[Gobbet pinches the bridge of her nose with an exasperated sigh. Her body tenses when Tim raises his hand, but she doesn't move. She can't keep up this...sincerity. This letting herself feel the frustration and pain that she usually just ghosts past on the daily. That dismissive, aloof posture returns to her shoulders as she drops her hand and looks at Tim through tired eyes.]

What am I missing, Tim. [It's rare she calls someone by their real name, but so far her nicknames include Timmy (unused but on the table) and Timbo and neither feels...appropriate.] What are you, then? And I swear to god if you say something like "a mistake" or "a plague upon the world" I will personally throw you into the fire.