"Ms. Ruby"? [He echoes, raising his eyebrows.] So, they weren't calling your name.

[Not that he...knows this guy's name, anyways. Numbers tries to wrap his brain around it. Trying to make it make sense without some stupid mumbo jumbo explanation. He lets out a small growl of frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose and looking irritated.]

It doesn't make sense. It's--It's almost like these are someone else's thoughts. Or memories.