Darla seemed distracted, almost sad, "May I--... No." She thought slowly turning to look up at Mike, uncertain of what she wanted, "If you could help I would ask, but at this moment there's nothing you can do." She reached for her phone again bit denied herself the pleasure of pulling it out, "... Have we ever had a real conversation, or actual introduction?"
IA's sweat dropped, "... I'm not a Runt...."
"I want you all to be ready, I have plans, you're invited!" That was all she wanted to say, the big fuss she was worked up over. Pushing Alf again to the truck, "Oh Mike, Dearest ~"