Party's barely paying attention. He has a hard time picking up social cues on the best of days, though he's better than his brother, and after a few moments of her speaking--and her apology isn't really that much of a big deal because there's nothing for her to be sorry about--he blurts everything out.

"Look I know things went Costa Rica and it almost got me and Kobra Kid ghosted, but we're dust angels anyway, that's fine--it's milkshake, babe, but--I mean--if you'd... I just..."

He exhales, slowly, taking a deep breath and huffing. A few strands of red hair get caught in the crossfire, but he quickly brings a hand up to brush it away from his face.

"That thing you were looking for. I promised I'd get it to you--I fuckin' promised, and poof, gone with the wind, tumbleweed. I really.. I really wanted to get your thing. Y'know, for you? You're..."

Word vomit. Party feels like he's speaking too fast because he just doesn't do this, it's weird.

"You're a ladyjoy, a Killjoy, one of us, I just.. I let you down, tumbleweed. High and dry offa crap coast."