[She starts to think she's having a stroke, being poisoned, or suffering from oxygen deprivation when she doesn't understand what the fuck he's talking about, but a few more words and it clicks. Understanding does nothing to help ease the panicked, embarrassed look of a girl who is unbelievably lost.]

Um. I -- um. Uh.

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Gim... G-gim -- m-me... [She takes a deep breath and tightens her hold on him in order to bring her arm closer to herself. Now she's closer to him, too... It's fine. It'll be okay as long as -- ] Don't -- talk until -- um. C-can't talk until we get to th'park... Um, me. Nnnot you, if...

[As long as he doesn't expect anything out of her, because she's busy screaming and chasing a chicken around her skull, then sweeping up the feathers it left behind... For all intents and purposes, Ryder has left the building that is her brain. She is a shut down, hollow being walking on automatic until they finally reach a spot that she can sit on the fucking grass. Ryder falls back, eyes closing before she throws an arm over them.]

Fuuuck.

[She's considerably calmer now, if exhausted. Her boxes of food are resting on her stomach, making her wish they were a bit hotter so she could soak up some comfort through it, or something.]

I d-don't want -- you not getting paid. I'm -- I'm grateful. Even though s'like this. I didn't think, um... I-I dunno. Talking isn't terrible. Just, um, can't. S'hard to s-say...everything? Sound -- um.

[She sounds like an unhinged idiot, in her opinion. He's see,Ed unbothered by that, except when it causes a communication error. If she can stop shifting out so much...]

Don't know what to do. Never done a-anything -- like any of this. Don't know why you'd -- offer more. Numbers. Other s-stuff.