"Libyans?" Then, a half-pause later, grabbing Brian's upper arm. "Wait, Libyans? They're coming to steal my fucking shit, I knew it!"
Somewhere in Shimmer's chaotic imagination, she had a partial memory of a DeLorean with a briefcase full of plutonium, except she was standing by and supervising it. It was only Derek's interjection which derailed that train of thought, but still...
Fucking Libyans.
"Yeah, I've got this weird buzz all over me," she added. But then came the suggestion of narcotics. "Ohh... I mean, I don't think I can use drugs, they... Like, I don't even have a-"
A beat.
"That is to say, I have a fully-formed respiratory system and fluid-pumper, it's just... You're missing out on the best drugs of all, dude! Life! And when the band comes back, they'll do requests, right, Bri'? What's your favourite advert jingle?!"