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[likeabirdinflight]

Look, they got a swamp.

Ain't that nice.

I can find my people there. You know I can, I got the right moves.

They got Stevie, that's all I need.

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[magnets]

Don't really know if ya wanna be hangin' out in the swamp. Shit's kinda gross.

Unless you like that kinda thing then go to town, man.

[likeabirdinflight]

[Just sit tight for a second, Jesse. Misty is going to look at you. And not really look at you. Sort of more... through you. For a good thirty seconds. Not wavering. Just staring.

And then her face erupts, slowly, into a small smile. Then bigger.]

Gross. Yeah, it's gross. But it's life, man. Life itself! Filled with all the little bits and pieces of life sent through the blender and come out the other end. Come out whole in that mud, little bits of pieces of good, you know? Strong. Yummy. Smear that shit all over you, it'll cure whatever shit you got going down on in your body, and then you'll go back to it, eventually, just like everything else.

[magnets]

[ Well, that's kind of -- unsettling. He could back away from this right here and it probably should be setting off more alarms, but she hasn't tried anything. Yet. It still makes him stand at the ready, a bit braced. ]

[ The smile's more sating. ]

Look, lady, I don't know what kinda doctors you been goin' to, but way I figure it, climbin' inside the swamp's just kinda askin' for -- I don't know, leeches? Alligators? Other crap that wants to eat you?

[likeabirdinflight]

'Course it is. Alligators... snakes... you ever see a snake the size of your arm? [She reaches out, grabs his arm, wraps her fingers around it, peers into his face, grinning.] I've seen ones you can't even imagine. As big as ... as water pipes! Bigger!

[She laughs, like pure joy.] All sorts of things you can talk to out there. And the mud... well the mud. That stuff is the shit. [Giggle.] Literally.

[magnets]

Don't --

[ Whoa, whoa, she just suddenly grabs for his arm like that and Jesse's flinching immediately, starting to wrench his arm free - yeah, fearing the worst - but she's just... grabbing him. He still looks terrified for a moment, twists his arm in her grasp and leans back away from her in the slightest. ]

Like smallish snakes. And on TV. [ Leggo of his arm, he's suddenly tugging it free and rubbing at his wrist. Jesus, she's strange. And really excited about mud? ]

[ A beat. ]

Talk to?

[likeabirdinflight]

[Her face falls when he flinches, and pulls away. She looks as if he didn't just pull away, but hit her too.

She tries to smile again after a minute. Her voice wavers.] Not all of them talk back, mind. They--they ain't all got the feeling for it. Just have to talk to them until... [She swallows.] Until you feel like stopping.

You... [A small smile flits across her face, nervously.] You been hit before.

I'm sorry.

[magnets]

What, like the birds and shit?

[ Yeah, they shouldn't be talking back at all. It's just a swamp. He gets the sudden and fleeting idea that might have occurred to him already, that she's 200% whacko. ]

[ Doesn't stop him from feeling a little bad for yanking away so harshly. She looks heartbroken. He bristles a bit at the observation, dropping his arm a bit defensively. ] Happens sometimes. Ya shouldn't be just grabbin' people whenever you feel like it, y'know.

[likeabirdinflight]

Yeah. Like the birds.

She sits down, looks forlornly at him for a minute. She crosses her legs, uncrosses them. Then, suddenly:]

You ever listen to Fleetwood Mac?

[magnets]

[ What is she -- He watches her sit down right in front of him, no warning, no nothing, just sitting. There's almost an urge to sit in front of her, just so he's not looming like he is now. He shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets instead; nerves. ]

I know 'em. [ Maybe when he's blazing one, sure, he'll give 'em a bit of a listen, but they're not exactly up his usual alley. ] More of a, uh -- Floyd kinda person, me.