[Lisa has not even begun to process any further implications yet. Her mind and heart are still racing, even if someone talking to her is helping a little.]

St-stupid weather report... guess I should have trusted it a l-little more... I've never, um. Been this close to the center before, I guess.

[And then the lights flash and die, and the central air sputters and dies, and the cases all go dark. The only light is from the passing cars and the grim sky. Somehow Lisa's heart sinks even further.]

I just had to get this damn c-cookbook today... Sorry. Ignore me, I'm just. Kind of in a bad s-spot right now. Are you... okay?

[He'd grabbed her earlier, right? Was that because he'd been spooked too, or...? She can work with a misery buddy.]