"Wasn't that sweet of you." Okay, maybe it was considerate of her to let him sleep or someshit, but Mr. Pink doesn't like being watched, and he's not exactly in a mood for giving thanks to strange women.

Strange women with strange voices. No trace of emotions he can deal with; he's heard that kind of thing before. Usually doesn't mean anything good, so he'll have to be on his guard, but it's something he understands. It's the sound of... what is that, is that fucking metal? That's what weirds him out. He figures it's something to do with him being hungover or maybe being fucked up still. Because people don't talk like that, right? And he just isn't feeling great. Not like he's gonna fucking vomit or whatever - not yet - but definitely not great.

"Jesus it's bright in here."