I think I would have had an easier time with motilene and mechanical parts-- most of the records were in the possession of an Uncle Jack Cult [ Her voice goes balmy with just a dash of playful competition. ] Obviously Faraday was shite at task allotment; I certainly would have swapped jobs with you [ It's easy to barb him with her affections because they had been so close once; because she's trying to be genuine, and not artificially sweet. ]

... Wait, ripping a hole in reality? Is that what that terrible sound and flash was about? Like thunder and lightning on steroids?

[ They all saw it: Arthur, Sally, and Roger; almost like Faraday pulled the trick more than once. Who could be realistically sure, with all that Joy in their systems? Sally remembers Faraday's home in The Village, and she remembers that sound and light, the way the ground shook like an earthquake. She looks pensive as she strolls down the short space of the room and settles onto a stool at the stubby threadbare bar-counter. ]

Honestly? Who fucking knows with that woman. Probably far away from here-- can you picture her in a place like this? [ Sally scoffs, and she thinks about touching Arthur's arm but she doesn't quite do it. ] You do lend the place some class, though [ It's habitual to be complementary, so she adds with a smirk more playful than coy:] a little.