[ GROANS. ] Took you long enough to realize. Does this look like any of our rooms back on the bus?

[ for one, it's not storming outside, reflecting both of their respective inner turmoils. it's bright and sunny. one might even hear birds outside if they're delulu enough. but no, they're both not delulu enough for any of this. ]

That's what I'm trying to figure out. Unless we're somehow in a District where sex and erotica is what fuels their Singularity, we're all but fucked either way. Like, literally. [ finally, she slides herself off heathcliff and reaches for a mug of coffee with her free hand. ] Here. You really need to wake yourself up for this.