Ye-yeah. Kinda...kinda tropey, honestly? But, whatever. That's...just how things are sometimes. Here. Especially here, gods.

[beat.

a little cough.

she folds her hands in front of her, looking at the shelves for support. unfortunately, this is not the self-help section, and all that it offers is contemporary fiction and their pretentious titling conventions.]

Um. So... [she grimaces.] Is...there anything else? I mean--