Oh, absolutely, yeah. They're not gonna rescue themselves.

[is she forgetting something? she might be forgetting something. the crabs are starting to come out again after her stupid little dramatic reading of her one-act play about gods, so it's probably better to move along anyway. oh—fuck, right, of course.]

My name's Anna, by the way. You know, if we're gonna be saving squids and communing with gods together and everything.