Gerry snorts again. "Nah, that's just part of being the guy with the printing press. I knew I wanted to make things, figured book binding was something that could be both useful and beautiful. They asked me to help print the paper, paid decent money to do it, so I said sure." He shrugs lightly.

Pent up like a caged tiger, this one. And with that red hair and those toned muscles, she kind of looks like a tiger, too. Some wild Bengal in a circus trailer.

"That fear, however, irrational, is probably rooted in one of those deep, primal fears that's built into us to keep us alive," Gerry muses, entertained by philosophical questions like these despite the occasional bratty answer. "So it's like--- why is that person afraid of odd numbers? Is it because broken patterns or imbalance makes them nervous? That's probably tied to the Spiral. And that person afraid to go out to dinner probably is just a very specific flavor of agoraphobic. That's the Lonely."