Motoko's gloved hand landed on Gaius' shoulder, hard. No, boy, you won't be getting your little murmured conversation with your schizoid delusions just now. You have an annoyed cyborg to deal with.

"You're broadcasting," she informed him flatly, in a tone that made it clear she expected him to stop, now. Damn, but it was a headache and a half, these people. One thing after another.