[Topher's immediate response is somewhere along the lines of holy crap I never should have made that Fury joke and a string of other incoherent media babbling that almost drowns out Bennett's murderous impulses- almost, because eventually his thought noise flatlines at catching a bit of her paranoia, which doubles back on him, feeding into his own about a number of things, starting with we are both so dead and seriously can we blow each other up from the inside out now, because that's awful... also cool, but mostly awful.

He makes a noise of protest.]

Nononono. None of that. You start getting freaked out, then I'm gonna freak out and there's gonna be a whole mishigas of freaked-out-ness. And I just used Yiddish unironically, so that's probably not the best sign.