( Daisy Johnson does not look like a person who is having a good day.

In fact, it's safe to say she looks decidedly the opposite. That might be because of the sopping wet stretch of her black t-shirt, the stains on her jeans, or the fact that her hair is plastered unattractively to her face as she leans against the alley wall outside of Deja Brew. She's tried wringing out the remaining iced coffee but so far, so not good. )

You know, maybe all the good vibes and cuddling has people all blissed out and clumsy, I don't know. But this is definitely not the first "accident" - ( She lifts a hand, moves her fingers in the signal for quotations, her arms now very obviously all gauntleted up. She's not making that mistake twice. ) - I've been involved in, the last couple of days. Or maybe, just maybe, the drinks around here suck.

( A pause, a sigh. She should just take this like a champ but she's also so very done with feeling like the bad guy. ) But just in case everyone really did have their brains rattled out of their heads the other day, I - ( Pointing to herself. ) -- did not have anything to do with the earthquake. I was trying to help. ( Admittedly, a girl with earthquake powers in the middle of a natural disaster, kind of sketch. But she's fed up of smelling like a dumpster. It's not getting her any dates. ) And if you don't believe me, well, the high school revenge is getting kind of old. Switch it up a bit.

Hey so does anybody have a Zune charger? Mine's in the red.

[ added twenty minutes later: ] I don't care about iPods!!!