Overheard in the Bathroom...

Bobbi is showering. I go into the bathroom to hang a freshly-laundered towel. The door creaks as I let myself in...

RX: *uncertainly* "Hello?"

Me: "Yeah?"

RX: *relieved* "Oh, it's you."

Me: "Well, who else would it have been?"

RX: "It could have been anybody."

Me: "No it couldn't. Did you..."

RX: "It could have been horrible insectoid aliens, scraping the ceiling with their armored carapaces!"

Me: "Did you hear gunfire?"

RX: "Why would you shoot the aliens? You're one of them!"