Ask Pillowtits if she'd rather help you out

The study table is the only thing left between you and Naomi. To your back is the wall. To your left, Pillowtits stands helplessly.

To your right is the aisle that leads past Naomi, but if you run, you'll never make it past the tazer.

You have nowhere to go and have time for just one last question, but will it even work? She still hasn't even answered your last one.

She climbs on the table, grinning. She's standing above you with her tazer pointed down at you. You consider your options. You may not be able to bend Naomi to your will at the moment, but you've still got poor Pillowtits here. You ask her as quickly as you can "Fosters, would you rather take this taze for me and be immune to my questions... or not?"

The librarian all at once snaps out of it and responds, but you can't quite make out what she's saying over Naomi's retort:

"Say whatever you want, loser, it doesn't matter. I'm about to end this bullshit."

Naomi lunges, and Pillowtits dives in front of you, taking the taze in her right tit and falling all over Naomi in the process, knocking both of them off their feet. It's the loudest, most raucous event the campus library's ever seen, but you're distracted. Naomi's response didn't make any sense, and why would she charge if she knew Pillowtits would defend you? It's almost as if she didn't even hear you ask Pillowtits for help.

That's it. She's not immune, she just can't hear you.

Pillowtits is passed out drooling, but Naomi starts climbing to her feet. You tackle her, brush her silky brown hair aside and rip the ear plugs right out of her ears.

"Listening now, Naomi?"

"Shit."

You're in control now, sitting on top of her, and you've messed up plenty for one day. You can take your time on your next question.