Brodie would have said 'nice to meet you' if it wasn't such a fucking ridiculous thing to say at that moment. It wasn't nice to meet her, not there, not like that. Nothing about it was nice. And why was he still going on about it?
The fucking thing was moving again. Not that it felt totally horrible because at least he could stop holding on for a moment, but he wasn't fond of some more stuff flying at him - the drum set debacle had been quite enough.
He flinched and sort of put a hand in front of his face as if it made any difference. Briefly he looked over at Jamie and smiled at how cute - cute?! Was he high? - he thought it was that Jamie was protecting the woman named Az and her head from any and all flying objects. "Won't this shit ever stop?!" He yelled in frustration when it shifted. He was exhausted, and in pain, and he really wanted to go home right now. The time to secretly be a little kid was now, apparently.