One can not tell. One is still sleep-walking. "Just penny," speaking in code, rubber soles squeaking on the tiles, she turns and shoves herself into the corner of the couch kicking aside stray chairs that "people never push in, no manners man, /that/'ll be the end of civilization. Feel like the dregs" making faces at some unexamined grime beneath her nails "Comps got confirmation for the group so now we're puttin'somethin'together. Daze put out the word, yeah?"