"I was wondering, if it's not too weird, if I might trouble you for your phone number?"

"Actually, I'd rather not give it to you. I'll tell you why, if you'd like."

"Sure. Let's hear how gross you think I am."

"It's because, many months ago, you came and picked me up from my building in your shuttle and told me the story, apropos of nothing, of how you were stabbed 27 times with a screwdriver outside of a nightclub. Then you said how the guy got several years in prison for it and a friend you have at the same prison is taking measures to ensure his gang-raping. And you were so proud of this fact. Consequently, I think you're gross."

"Oh."