[Rats. He must be off his game. He's willing to blame that on the fact that she probably had a better night's sleep than he did. And also the fact that, uh, is she the one with years of mental baggage and neural fuckery rattling around in her skull? Probably not.

Hopefully not.

Seriously.]

Can you trust that it's the same deal with me, then? 'Cause, uh, this place? Way more fucked up than anything I dealt with back home. Maybe it's messing with us.

[And there it is. The biggest goddamn lie of them all.]