"Yeah, no fuckin' kiddin'." He says judgmentally, holding his head.

"I've had a fuckin' headache all day. It never did wear off. And this has been happening to everybody. We've had three major accidents and I've not even had lunch yet. At this rate I'd fuckin' declare a public health crisis or somethin'. It's dangerous."

He looks up and down the street, dusts off his uniform jacket, and gestures to Nida. "You'll make it home alright? Right? I wouldn't stay out longer than necessary while this is goin' on."