"Aight, take your time!" -Sarah called back to Jayce.
She unknowlingy flapped open her driving suit and reached inside her inner pocket as her lip on the side of her muzzle curled upwards, exposing her teeth, as if to grab for a cigarette.
As she was reaching inside the empty pocket, she suddenly noticed what she was doing, and paused in confusion...
Why did I just do that? -She thought, slightly perplexed by herself, as she blanked stared at her hand, thinking about what just happened.
Her tiredness, the sudden headache, the weird dreams, the radio signal, and now this?
She relaxed herself again, but didn't feel anywhere close to comfortable, in herself.
What in god's name is wrong with me?