Ernie and Melinda
As a response Ernie shrugged again and made a little 'meh' noise. He wasn't usually the one that people turned to for optimism. No, he was the one people turned to for stone cold facts, a dose of reality, and if they were bleeding out. All of which Ernie was happy to deal with. Well, maybe not happy, more inclined to deal with. Those things made sense to him, trying to put a positive spin on things, not so much. He could never had the ability to sugar coat things. His version of sugar coating was to just try and watch his language. Sometimes he wished he did because it got awkward, but, it was what it was and Ernie accepted his role long ago.
Ernie quirked an eyebrow at Melinda to her explanation. "Good weird, bad weird, or weird-weird?" he asked because now he was both curious and slightly concerned for his friend. Yeah, she was a big girl and could take care of herself, he knew that. But he also was never going to stop being concerned either, came with the territory of having Ernie as a friend. Ernie groaned at that. "And you won't see me like that for a good long time, either." he pointed the end of his beer at her with his corners of his mouth slightly ticked upward.