The juxtaposition of the meme phrase from Nate's typical cadence caused an annoyed smirk on Zap's lips. Her eyes had been closed, but she usually knew when someone was about. When she opened them again, she wiped her face with her mostly clean hand and looked to Nathaniel.
"You're sort of amazing. I don't want to speak too soon, because you still have a bunch of exits coming up on this route, but I'm impressed you finished your shift. Let alone stayed on the property. Or are still sitting here speaking to me like some big," breathe, settle... "mystical bomb didn't just get dropped. There's going to be fallout."
Eva then rested her hand in her chin with her fingers partially covering her mouth while she did a little more reflecting. She wasn't mad at anyone. She didn't feel betrayed or trapped, per se. She just felt a little lot lost. It was beginning to get progressively difficult to differentiate between her own thoughts in the present and visions or memories from elsewhere. "Hearing you read all that..." she grimaced and winced and then felt like she was going to puke again so she breathed deeply instead.
"I'm honestly just trying not to sob and cause him to think I'm upset or angry at him." Despite his heartiness, the situation with Thor was a delicate one. One they were locked into together. "I love you," she said shakily, with the most conviction she'd said it yet to Nathaniel Zale. "You know I don't doubt your dedication to discovery, or to helping me progress. You are a gentleman and a scholar," she paused to smirk, even though she was fairly concerned, "but I've known enough of them to recognize you aren't a total sociopath. Observing and recording some of this..." sigh, "you don't have to. You don't need to. I want you to be safe, and happy, and it's selfish at this point to expect anything that jeopardizes those things." Safety and happiness.
"Now." Zap huffed herself up a bit and looked nearby for her shut knife. Got it. "I need to get this thing up and running again so I can go see my son. Our sons," she smiled, albeit weakly. She didn't want to borrow the original vehicle Nate had used for his shift, mostly because she didn't want to strand anyone at the tree, and someone needed to stay until the shift change; last night's storm orgy left her feeling stronger than ever that things needed to be looked after in the immediate area.
"I need some stuff." She stood and began poking around the site for improvisational motor parts. Her father she was not, but she had moxie. Five or so minutes later, Troy's coffee pot had given it's life, but the sacrifice would not be in vain. She returned to the atv and started back in with her pile of wires and various hardware. Then Minor gently bonked her onto her side, and she tipped over in slow motion, probably comically. She didn't find it funny, though. His paw swiped at her parts and knocked most of them up under the four-wheeler.
"Bruh," she evoked Jimmy. "What even?" she evoked Troy.
Roorrrrow.
They stared at each other. Both unblinking.
She sighed. Yes, she could ride a horse. No, she hadn't ridden a bear. Yes, it was funny to think about. "He wants to take me back himself." Zap's eyes shut and she shook her head gently, side to side, in bewilderment. "I'm tempted, but my saddle is back at the stables," she joked.