Yeah, I'm sure a tire iron is gonna do great work tearing this down. It's not a bubble.

[her eyes weren't even following Nic as he moved. she was used to this, and she wasn't afraid of him right now, either. hearing him talk about anxiety so genuinely felt new, but she couldn't say she blamed him.]

If this is going away, it's gonna take more than just the two of us, and it's not happening tonight. Smash up a tree or something if you've got to, but then let's get back home. I'll smoke you out.