Oh. Oh, kissing. Kissing's good, it's nice. She thinks, vaguely, that it might be even better if she didn't feel like she was going to puke.

"I mean when I'm here. I don't think I can black out in a blackout."

God, she just wishes she could be quiet and think clearly for a minute. Her head is pounding. She groans and tries to massage her temple.

"How did I get here?"