"I guess not. Metaphors are stupid but can you blame me? Looking for reasons for anything in this place is a bullshit effort anyhow. One thing you notice, the people who survive are the people who can roll with it. Everybody else drops away like so many leperous toenails. How's that for a goddamn metaphor."

Somehow their conversation has gotten entirely too serious. How is it that's happened? How has this random stranger inspired her to have such ~feelings~ about stuff, and why is that okay? It isn't, really, it's exactly the sort of situation Penelope has spent years practicing how to avoid, and this guy just sidesteps all that and is like 'hey, what's up, i'm going to fuck with your mind', and she lets him, because seriously part of her kind of likes it.

Goddamn troll.