She hates theatrics, and yet she's got more emotion than the real one of her ever expressed at a time. Always locked up and boxed away, pretending as though nothing is wrong. Yeah, don't that sound familiar?

It's like everybody in this cave took a course on emotional repression or something. You'd think, right?

"Bit preemptive, ain't it? Kind of a whole 'counting your Snowdrakes' thing?"

Or is it chickens? Eh, whatever. She'll catch his drift, and he don't even know what a chicken looks like.