@mslangermann is typing for awhile and not showing him much. After a series of short clicks she asks him about how much he weighs, an immediate inkling of suspicion showing on his face. She has never cared for any of his personal details, he doubts there is any good reason she would want them now. “Why?” She ignores him, giving him a stern look up and down, next asking his height. “I dunno woman, around 6 foot, why?!” Resolute in not responding, there is only a longer series of clicks and key taps. Severen is about to interrupt her when she asks him for a credit card. “What the fuck you need one’a them for? What are you doin’?!” Finally, he turns the laptop so he can see the screen. “What do pirates gotta do with this? And what are you buying for $724?” She only demands the card again, but Severen has hit his limit of secrecy. Frustrated, he stands up and walks into her kitchen to rummage her fridge. If she is going to continue to be irritating, so will he.