There had been a hell of a lot of weird shit for Daisy to confront in her short life, and both the most of and the wildest could be attributed to a select group of people, but she still deserved a few minutes to be able to swallow the next whacky fucking thing they came up with. All told, she would say she handled it all remarkably well, comparatively, and although she wouldn't have had to stand up on her beach chair to have any height on Alex a few short (okay, kind of fucking long) months ago, she wasn't flipping out about it. The chair sunk into the sand with the shift, somewhat crippling her hard won advantage, but Daisy didn't let it sway her, glaring at the strange face with the strange voice and the challengingly familiar story.
"I pick up a lot of weirdos. I'm a weirdo fucking magnet," she said eventually, still not going all in. Because that was true, and there had been no reason to think 'Alex' first except that there was that smile and maybe a little bit in the eye area..."Just spit it out!" she demanded, nose screwed up then in open frustration and hands balled at her sides, not about to cry because all of these stupid asshole played such stupid fucking games all of the time. She was here so she didn't have to deal with them any more, she earned the awful peace. "Spit it out or get the fuck away from me!"