As Jeff bandages her leg, Britta is reminded of their first ever paintball game. The circumstances then were a lot less serious but they acted like it was the end of the world. And now it seems like the end of the world and they're acting like it's a paintball game. Huh.
"I'm getting de ja vu," she says, "remember when I repaired your wounded torso with my awesome doctor skills?"
"So I guess I'm just returning the favour."
"Which one?," Britta asks, smirking.
"Would you two shut the hell up already?!"
Britta stares at Annie for a second. "Woah…I don't think I've heard you swear before."
"Well MAYBE I reserve it for when two numbskulls are FLIRTING when we're CLEARLY in a dangerous SITUATION. And we need to find a SOLUTION. Maybe we could mind-map it…". Annie is lulled into a calm state with thoughts of tabulating and brainstorming and maybe even some highlighting.
Britta starts giggling.
"She ruined it by saying numbskulls". Jeff starts laughing too.
"I don't know, numbskulls is pretty harsh. I mean I'm used to the torrent of emotional abuse from labels like 'crafty jackrabbit' and 'handsome hobo' but numbskull is a new level of cruelty."Annie is un-lulled. She glares at them with the force she normally reserves for messy binders or poorly-matched sweater/skirt combos.
Abed knows people think he's a computer. So he computes. "Jeff and Britta are using sarcasm and indifference to shield themselves from the responsibility and emotional vulnerability that inevitably comes with problematic situations. If they don't admit that there's a problem they figure it might go away."
There is an awkward silence.
Troy gasps. "Oh my god, I just found the chocolate I left in my bag a year ago! Anyone want some?"