Tam: *won’t bother arguing with him – he has /zero/ interest in doing so, but seems he’s not going to be given a choice, ugh . . . spots Daithi and follows without being obvious about it, nods and keeps going, finally finding OP*
OP: Tam! Are you all right? We’ve been worried-…why are you carrying a protoform?
Tam: A what? Oh…baby? Yeah, funny story that. *tone /flat/, it’s not funny at all*