"I mean, I know a guy who maybe had the same kind of thing." Dave shrugs, frown deepening slightly. "Maybe. Never got a chance to thoroughly grill him for details, though. Fucker was only lightly seared at best when he disappeared again and we didn't really get a chance to talk about it afterwards so consider that particular barbecue a waste of time..."

The end of that had drifted more towards mumbling, thoughtless babble while he zoned out for a second and thought about it a little more. He catches himself before delving into a fully fleshed out metaphor, however, and shrugs again as he looks back up at the woman. "Maybe if he ever shows up here. But I guess it's all pretty moot if you've got that thing, anyway."