[Ugh. Can't say it's any better to watch the second time around. (Both better and worse that it isn't Red to do it. Funny how complicated it gets.) The woman—Rosalind—presses her point, and he laughs again, just once. Dry and self-effacing.]
Boxer's fine. Pleasure's mine, I'm sure.
[Can't be a great introduction. "Hi, nice to meet you. Hope you don't mind pulling me out of my cooling corpse and hauling me around the ghost of my town so we can find our way out before we both get Processed into—" Into what? Is any of this even real, anymore?
He takes a beat to take it in. Then, as if in admission—]
Time for us to skip town, I think. Try heading east, I've got a hunch.
np friend I am clearly right there with you, rip us
Boxer's fine. Pleasure's mine, I'm sure.
[Can't be a great introduction. "Hi, nice to meet you. Hope you don't mind pulling me out of my cooling corpse and hauling me around the ghost of my town so we can find our way out before we both get Processed into—" Into what? Is any of this even real, anymore?
He takes a beat to take it in. Then, as if in admission—]
Time for us to skip town, I think. Try heading east, I've got a hunch.
[Not like they've got a lot of choice.]