Kind of? I don't know, man. [At least she doesn't experience the same weird mental blackout when she tries to think about it now.]

I guess it's just kind of weird to think that you and my dad, the guy that helped make me, could have been weird friends or something. God knows you're both about as weird as each other.

[She waves a hand.] Aren't we getting off track? If there's something else you want to know then I'm sure you know you can ask and all that.

[... She already wants to know the decision, that's what it is ...]