Satisfied that even if she's never going to watch this stupid film in peace, she's getting a solid story out of him, she settles back down. It's not like she has any experience with lovey-dovey stuff, okay! She definitely prefers all of this scheming and bad guys getting their comeuppance to... she squints at the screen sneakily. Are they... having psychic sex, or something... It's really unclear. She hopes not.

Back to the Fake Story. It'd be pretty good, but there's one guy that's still in the story that she can't stand! Why hasn't the protagonist just killed him already!

"I hope that guy gets castrated," she hisses, at just the wrong moment - he's suddenly eating rather than speaking, the swelling orchestra playing over the speakers has lulled, and there's definitely some huge romantic moment happening on the screen.

She sinks into her seat.