"Sometimes… I dream about cheese…"
Gordon looked at the rebel.
He blinked.
She blinked.
"O… kay?"
She continued to look at him.
"Um… Yes, cheese," continued Gordon.
He cleared his throat, and signaled for the group to move on forward.
"I dream that it's about to devour me, or I'm about to devou-" she was interrupted by Gordon giving her a funny look.
"Is now really the best time?" he asked.
"Guess not."
"Because I don't need to hear about cheese right now."
"Yeah, sure Doc. Got it."
"…"
"I was just trying to keep the conversation goin-" He was again interrupted by Gordon knocking her out with a deft blow to her head.