[FIGURATIVELY, man. In reality she's still huddling in her half-built hovel.]

Yeah. I know he's.

Like that. [A tinge of frustration.]

Sorry to drop that on you, though. I mean. It was a shitty situation. I realize what I did was probably stupid, but he pulled this whole "take me first" act, so it was either sit there and let Prism possibly blow my best buddy to tiny little white broody bits or actually do something and possibly get us both blown up.

[There's a helpless shrug and an awkward pause...]

Sorry... I also kind of had to see your boyfriend robot-naked. I assure you it was entirely clinical.

[Somehow that doesn't make this less awkward.]

Uh. I'm just going to go with a general "Sorry" here. God, Wing. Look are you busy right now?