[It's a good thing A.B.A.'s key isn't linked to her mood, or else things would have gotten ugly by now. She just wanted to have a good time, behave even! But no, his words ring like a threat and she can't just let that slide.

So fine, alright, if people don't want calm and happy relaxed A.B.A., she has no issue going back to anxious unhinged A.B.A. It's only her default state of being, it's not like it's difficult to flip that switch. Pulling herself back up onto her feet, she stands bent at an angle and lets her arms hang lifelessly.]

I couldn't agree more. To let down one's guard...is detrimental to survival. [Despite everything, butterflies and flower petals still swirl around here.] So tell me... Does my lurker crave execution?