Videl wondered just how close of friends one wanted to be with head trauma, but kept it to herself. If Gwen’s chatter was the result of a concussion, she sounded at least lucid enough to keep working for a little while.

“Right.” Videl brushed her hands together to remove some of the dirt from her gloves.

“But if we have to keep stopping for you to make friends with the building, we probably will be here for days.”