[b]Yellow![/b]

Yellow: I agree. Just entering a blackout state is, like - that's only an incremental advance on getting smashed with alcohol.
Yellow: Difference in scale not in kind.
Yellow: I guess what I'm interested is more like, uh, 
Yellow: Making/being made to be a different person?
Yellow: Not knowing what's changed, what the triggers are. 
Yellow: Maybe not even being able to notice that anything's unusual even in the middle of it.
Yellow: The arc of civilization bends towards ever more intense ways to not have to think about stuff.

"How's it going with the 'no flirting' thing?" Blue asks.
"[i]Badly[/i]," said Yellow.

Yellow: So anyway, need anything from me in return?
Yellow: I'm back in the business, apparently. 


[b]Brown![/b]

"Hey!" said Brown, turning to yell at Black.
"What?" yelled Black in a stevedore's industrial voice.
"You know that they don't make this shit in Gaia?"
"What?" yelled Black. "Get the fuck out of town!"
"Unbelievable!" said Brown, turning back. "What other industrial procurement facts do you got for us, mate?"

All throughout this exchange she's kept her face flat, her voice toneless. It's impossible to read sincerity or irony in any of this. To a human-modelled mind this might create a vague air of threat. To a Nemean? To something that already had a hard time reading emotions being presented with such an ambiguous social situation?

Well, maybe it was a chance for it to explain some facts about industrial procurement.