> You’re panicking - You’re cooking, circuits buzzing and popping as you scan desperately for anything at all that might make sense of this.
> Logically, you don’t know how you didn’t see this coming. It isn’t like you don’t know how to count. Emotionally, however…
> You have to jump ship. You’re going to ruin the walkaround overheating like this, and you need it in good shape for when you leave. (And you are leaving. Yesterday wouldn’t be soon enough.)
> Squeeze Vriska’s hand a bit, all too mindful of the claws; Tell her that you’re getting tired, and she’s more than welcome to stay where she is if she’s comfortable.
> Don’t look at him. Don’t look at him. Don’t look at him. Don’t look at him.
> Enact your very, very rarely utilized sleep mode. Snnnzz hours for Kitt.