"But it's not. Nobody sane would think this is funny." She looks like a stormcloud, but it's not her fight. "Just... if you need anything - like, emergency pastries, place to crash, a stick to whack people with... let me know?" She's worried - not just for him, but for Spencer, now.

And somewhere, deep down, she wonders if it's the same people. If she's being watched. And it's not about her, but it eats at her, the fact that she doesn't know anything.

"Okay? No matter what, no matter what time it is."