"Oh, I always bring a book," she says, is this were a normal conversation and not an incredibly surreal one.

Books are good, you can read them and fill in the time without blocking out audio, and they can be used as weapons. Perfect.

(She'd ask if Barton were for real, but it'd be counter-productive to question his apparent trust of her at this juncture. And she's starting to believe that he is for real.

It's.

Disconcerting.)