Jess is starting to feel for the dog, who is a stronger moor for her surface thoughts than the lifeless coffee table. Kamala's attention guides it over to her again and when it bumps its nose to Jess's knee this time, she unclasps her hands to lazily ruffle its ears. Meanwhile she's coming up with her own reasons why that could and couldn't be the case, and even more as to why she isn't bowled over by the very real possibility. Shock, obviously, but if she has to rank the threats she's faced, being a clone falls below Sound Eaters and a super stalker.

She stops ruminating with an abrupt blink when Kamala ropes her effortlessly back into the conversation. Wow, she wasted that time thinking when she could have been making her escape. She guesses she's a bit bowled over after all.

"They're, uh," she clears her throat, "yeah. Seems like a lot of wasted effort." She's actually referring to herself there.