Yeah, well. Uh. For as grossly. . .odd that it is it's. .helpful. I have a headache. Ow.
None of the above. They're both too wrapped around the fact that they think you paid me to fake sister. Whatever. I have no idea where I am, in terms of familiarity but there is an intersection close by. So if one remembers, I can tell them. As for being ok, I guess.