[She has had enough time to think about this, and you know what? Fuck it. It's the easiest way, and it'll be funny if he squirms.]

I'm taking my top off. You're not going to faint seeing so much skin, are you? [asked with full sarcasm and all of that.

She slides her coat off as he starts to answer, ready to agree about nothing being genuinely weird after being chased by wendigos (with an eloquent and succinct "no shit"), but the second he says "gods", she reconsiders that assessment. She's never been sure of God as she's learned of from living in the US. There being more than one is straight-up bullshit, right? It's supposed to be.

But then again, curses and wendigos were supposed to be bullshit, but look how that had turned out.]

Goddamn.

[To all of that. Gods that feed off emotions, Sam and Chris being buried alive (what the fuck, Fear), Josh and Ashley actually doing something useful for once.

Goddamn.]

So what happened to your hand?

[There's room to make another jab about manliness, but for once, she saves it. She has class, okay?]