Firefly Glen you're burning up my mind

She wondered how weird they actually were compared to others.  And, in a way, how off-putting.  There was a side of her that enjoyed the thought that they made others uncomfortable, but she also wondered why Bronco or Penn or anyone else had ever mentioned it.  A prickle of discomfort that she dismissed with a dubious snort.  If they fall out, not like I'd know the difference.  So why don't you tell me?  Wasn't like they did her much good anymore anyway.  She hardly remembered a time when she saw anything but the flat nothing, long enough for the longing to be all but gone.  She didn't even really dream in images anymore; just sounds and smells and the awareness she carried with her of the land around her.

What were you yelling for anyway, weirdo?  She asked, turning it back on him.  Despite the somewhat insulting manner of all of their exchange so far, in Fennec's mind, they were fast friends already.  Anyone who could give and take insults like this always was.