[Pulling up the hood of her hoodie and yanking on the strings for a while so that only her nose and one eye shows through the opening. Dying. But when the book doesn't explode on her, she loosens the strings again.
...] Weird messages like what? Can I be nosy? Things don't feel right, but I don't know what it is.There's stuff I think I should be able to remember, but I don'tWhere am I even from? Crap, I can't say that to someone [...] So you're saying tomorrow's going to be wild for you? I saw the thing about the robots tomorrow. [Stare.] Ghost hunting?