“Y’don’t gotta apologize, ya know! I mean—whatever, I guess that’d be clever, ‘cept I’m not tired.” Connie didn’t really want to tell her what was wrong.
“You’re right, I’m sor— I mean, if you’re not tired, what exactly’s got you so riled up? If y’don’t mind me asking.”

“…It’s–ugh, ya wouldn’t understand, Sasha.”
“–I dunno what the hell you’re talkin’ bout, Sasha.” Butts.
“Pardon me, Connie— but I'm really starting to worry about you. You’ve been out of control all day.”