"I am torn, really and truly, between asking you to tell me all about 'em, or going on to address that issue of ground rules." Sam drummed the fingers of her free hand against the sole of the foot she still held---thoughtfully, as if drumming them against a tabletop---before relenting and releasing her captive. "Ground rules seem like they might take less time. I'm not a hardass."

Between blenderbot, the robo-roaster, and whatever else came to be, The Danger Zone was destiny---if such a thing existed.

"I am, however, curious---and North Montana? I've never been, but bully for them! Anyway, tell me and tell me true; are flying cars a thing yet? I ask, cause if they aren't, you're not from the future... just further on. If they are, though, alright! If I exist in your universe, it's something I'll get to see... even if I'm in my forties, which is a weird thought." She wondered momentarily, how anyone could simultaneously feel so young and so old, (though that was easily answered, with Breakdown and Hiro to be blamed) shook her head, and moved on. "Guess I oughta get used to it, and act like a real adult for a few. To that end... I've had a few roommates, and so I'd like to reuse the rules which work. First up, I think, is most important. If I'm doing something that bugs you, whatever it is---reading over your shoulder, just as an example---say so. Please. I'll do the same. Nobody gets mad, we just talk it out so that nothing continues until someone starts to really resent it. How's that sound?"