[She squints and bares all of her teeth at him. Then she digs into a pocket with her free hand and digs out a small notepad and a pen. She doesn't usually bother to write actual notes, but she's furious, and she needs this stranger to understand why. The Reals are all like this. They don't get it. How could they ever?]
[She digs the pen in deep enough that she leaves grooves in the paper as she writes, then holds the notepad up to him.]
y i k e s!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[She digs the pen in deep enough that she leaves grooves in the paper as she writes, then holds the notepad up to him.]
WE ARE NOT THINGS