"Not as-have you<em>seen</em>these things attached to me?  They must be-" I made the mistake of grabbing my own boobs and squeezing to try and emphasize my point, and then getting a "Yeep!" out of myself in response because I had forgotten that breasts were supposed to be<em>sensitive</em>.  I decided to skip the topic of talking about myself, just in case I made any other similar errors in bodily judgment in the process of it.  There would be time later.  Probably.<br/><br/>Taking a long breath (and letting my boobs go), I looked over to the table and the coffee cup that was there, trying to play it off cool by picking it up.  "So.  Where am I?  And who are you?"