Zoe stopped in what she was doing and just stared. He'd lost his mind? No, he'd said some crazy things in the past, but they were always true somehow. He didn't lie to her. She just sat there a moment and waited for what he said to make sense. Maybe it would.
It didn't.
So, rather than fight it with what bit of logic she could muster, which was a good bit even when somewhere inside she wondered why anyone would want to fuck a system that might mean sharing and equality - if that was what he meant by 'communism' anyway. She knew what communes were anyway. With a slight shake of her head, she took a breath and set her hands to working on the scarf again.
"Fuck communism." Her voice was soft, but he hadn't said she had to say it a certain way. There was a pause to see if anything happened. She even waited for some sort of glow or flash of light. The scarf didn't budge; in fact, it was beginning to twist funny around her. Her robe was certainly not staying where it should, and things were getting tighter and uncomfortable around her chest and throat..and a little across her arms.
She wasn't panicking yet, only..she felt a little unsure about what was happening now.