[When she stops, Terra stops too, crossing his arms behind his head as though he were a much scrawnier protagonist. It's pretty high concept stuff––honestly he had no idea that it went so...deep.]

So you got mind controlled and you got was this crappy t-shirt? [He taps her lightly on the arm. There's that joke you were looking for, though he's not exactly enthusiastic about it.]

I guess that info is useful in it's own way, but it still might be pretty frustrated. I mean...I'm frustrated and I didn't even get to go, if you can recall my half pathetic "what's your favorite thing about the iron cage of Recollé" post.

[He transitions to sitting on a fallen tree, glancing down at a small woodland creature. A squirrel?]

What about you, buddy? Got any answers for us? No? Yeah, I figured.

[And then back up at Clover.]

...Hey.

You good?