[Siffrin's eye narrows at her. The temptation to just rush her and knock her off those stupid giant scissors and run off with them is strong, but she doesn't exactly seem super stable. He's wary of setting her off while she's in possession of the giant sharp foreboding time fuckery device.]
Sure, triangles, whatever.
[It's as good a guess as any, and their brains understandably work the same way on matters like this. Not like Siffrin is invested enough to think on it further anyway.]
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Sure, triangles, whatever.
[It's as good a guess as any, and their brains understandably work the same way on matters like this. Not like Siffrin is invested enough to think on it further anyway.]