"No burden at all," he answers, still reeling from stuffing both his feet in his mouth at the same time, what the fuck Raleigh!?

Can the Earth open up and swallow him for a while? Is that an acceptable thing to do right now? He'd like that.

No mercy arrives, so he shifts and takes out his Omni, flicking through his gallery to get to the good stuff.

"I don't have her here for real.. but I have photographs. Here-" he passes it to her across the table. There are a few, the hard copies safely at home in their ever increasing stack, but he's digitized a few.

"Just flick that way."