You're talking to a girl who grew up in a Catholic orphanage. The only myth I was allowed to learn about was The Lord Himself. [ She snorts. ]

...If you need a hug, let me know. [ She's half-joking, half-serious about that offer. If gods aren't immune to romances, then they aren't immune to hugs either. Maybe gods need hugs sometimes too, though Tech doesn't seem like the type to admit that. ] Mixed signals from your bully, I know. [ She adds to keep the mood light, since all signs point to him wanting that. ]

I could do with some fresh air. [ She follows his lead and the closer they get to outside, she has to ask something that's niggling at her. ]

So the whole... you might disappear thing. Will you know when it's about to happen? Could you give people a head's up?

[ And by 'people' she means her. She's suddenly imagining him disappearing mid-conversation and the idea makes her feel very alone, when he might be the first person she's connected to the most here. ]

It would just suck if you suddenly went poof because you're, um, easy to talk to. [ She'd like to crawl into a hole and die after admitting that, thanks. ]