She tries her best to track him by the sound of his voice. She hears something else, too, almost like a crinkling. The present he'd mentioned? "I'm... good."

Wait, what present? Were they friendly enough to do presents?

They certainly weren't on her end. And oh, hey. Guilt. She hasn't felt that in a couple hours now. Good to have it back again.

"Apparently something's going around, so I'm blind." She hesitated. "And I fell out of the attic, so... Olympics-bound, I am not."

She wants to ask him. So, you're a giant green monster that carries around wounded scientists?

Instead, though, she just leans against the couch. To say this place has been boring lately would be an understatement.

She hopes boredom doesn't bring out the not-so-jolly green giant.