[ There's another little blip -- another blink -- but this time it's followed by the vague sensation of a pout. ]

She's not gonna be sad.

[ Read: he doesn't want to make her sad. N-not like he cares about her feelings! That shit's for girls! But -- he doesn't wanna be responsible for it, okay. ]

An' I bet you're just trying to get me to blow through'em so I'll pay you to make more. What're you gonna do, charge me double what you did for her if I ask?