It does look really fun. I want to go, sometime. [It's like flying, or near as she'll get without some terrible science experiment gone wrong all over her, and hey, she'd rather not, thanks.]

Good, because I do not think I will stop yet. [She leads the way away from the window and further into her flat, leaving the hotsauce on the counter in the kitchen.] You want something to eat? A soda? Are we drinking? I don't know. What are we doing, Pyotr?