"She's not really impressed by anything," he says, glancing up at Hobbes. He swears he can feel the churning under the surface and he's not sure what to do about that. Maybe it would be good if it actually did explode, in the long run. Maybe Hobbes and Chris should just be locked in a tiny room somewhere and told to work it out between them.

Not that he can do anything about it right now, with the busted leg.

"She definitely isn't impressed by me."