Get Out

Women are weird.

You know it's supposed to be sexist to think it's all down to hormones but most of how you react to the world is probably down to hormones as well. Except with guys, you decide, it's easier. You see something. If it's bigger and stronger you run away and scheme to find out how to smack it when it isn't looking. If it's weaker, you either smack it or fuck it depending on gender and edibility. Clearly Elizabeth marches to a different drummer.

Just for a moment you wonder if, once you get the hack going, you should straighten things up, make women more like guys. A moment's reflection tells you not to be crazy. If you liked guys that much, you'd consider going gay. Weird or not, you like women and you really don't want to change that.

Still, you can't see that hanging around is going to get you anywhere. Elizabeth is going to have to work her own problems out. If you stay, you'll just be piling your own problems on top of those... and increasing the danger that she become another target of the MicroStuff conspiracy.

"I... uh, I have to leave," you say. "Appointments."

"Whatever," she calls from the bathroom.

"I'll just let myself out."

Which you do. Time to head to your meeting with the girls.

Next time you see her, you hope that Elizabeth will be in a better mood. Although, if weird moods get you blown, maybe that isn't so bad either.

You check your burner phone. It's time for your meeting with Crystal, Anna and Mara.