It's hard to say whether it's the interaction with another person or the fact that Megan is clearly on some sort of similar, sweary level, but some tensed up, nervous little part of Philomena deflates and the usual need to speak her mind takes over.

"Oh God yes. This? This is some serious bat shit insanity going on right here." She stabs at her thigh with her index finger for emphasis. "And, I mean, I like to think I'm good with this sort of thing? But just. Holy shit, world. Holy shit. Don't go all rabbit hole on me."

There's a flail of hands, then, "Okay, I'm done. No, probably not. But yeah."