[That's cool, it's usually a fleeting thing anyway. On most occasions, as soon as her Strider opens his mouth, she finds herself wishing she could just superglue it closed. However it does occur to her that this is still Dave, Dirk's Dave, but not his Dirk, her Dirk--

Screw it, she's not drunk enough for this.]

That would be great, thank you. Um-- I mean, so long as I'm not imposing? And I warn you you may need an extra room. Looks like I didn't come alone. [She knows he's probably got an idea of who she's talking about.]

Would you mind giving me a better explanation of what's going on here? Once I'm there, of course. The pamphlets helped, but I don't think I'm okay with staying this deep in the dark about our current predicament, you know?