Line 1: (Disgusted, scolding Anpo for being unable to read the room. The mood is dread.) “Anpo, knock it off! There’s a time and place for all of that just … not here, okay?”

Line 2: (Intrigued. Someone asked her about her interest and a switch was flipped and her brain.) “Oh! Well the large bow on the back of my head is actually supposed to be a monarch butterfly but in all honesty my favorite kind is actually a Blue Morpho butterfly because of how elegant their wings are! The sort of- like- gradient their wings have has always been aesthetically pleasing to me! … Oh .. sorry did I ramble too much?”

Line 3: (Terrified. On the verge of tears.) “I-I … I … are you sss.. serious?! I- … there’s no way all of us are g-... gonna die here right?!?”