Zeki wasn't joking. She genuinely hoped this kid was some kind of tour guide violating child labor laws. She was curious, but didn't reach out to touch the preferred wing. Instead, her face blanched and her pupils dilated. And as he talked, her eyes stayed on that wing. And the antennae. And any other little details that just Weren't Quite Right.
Fuck.
She put her elbows on the table and her fingertips to her temples. "So this is what it's like to have a stroke." She closed her eyes. "I'm not being a smartass, Horatio with the Lighthouse. I'm concerned that I'm losing touch with reality - again - or that I'm in Jersey City, which I'd honestly take right about -" Her eyes snapped open. "Horatio? Wait..." A weird grin. "Any relation to any fictional British naval officers?"
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Fuck.
She put her elbows on the table and her fingertips to her temples. "So this is what it's like to have a stroke." She closed her eyes. "I'm not being a smartass, Horatio with the Lighthouse. I'm concerned that I'm losing touch with reality - again - or that I'm in Jersey City, which I'd honestly take right about -" Her eyes snapped open. "Horatio? Wait..." A weird grin. "Any relation to any fictional British naval officers?"