( She aims the gun at his face again, and so he politely raises his hands again, because that seems like good gunpoint manners.

In a way he can't really understand, with senses he can't really explain, it almost seems like she's... resonating? For the briefest second it almost manifests as something he can see, but in a blink or two it's gone again, and he's left dismissing it as a product of his over-active imagination and sleepless mind. )

Nobody. I'm not really a... social person. ( Unless you count blog posts as social. Aside from that, he talks to maybe three people. And Jerry, obviously, but not about this. Not that Jerry would care. ) Listen, I'm sorry for... invading your privacy. I used to do this all the time back home, except I guess the difference is nobody where I'm from ever actually read it, so it wasn't... really a problem. I didn't think it was that personal, but I still should've asked you guys first. I thought it was really cool, what you did. Mostly the... sweater part.