"YET. You don't have them out YET. I wish my breasts were that large. Maybe if they were, people wouldn't think I was a man." A pause. "Yes. Don't you remember the time in the museum when that twat Maxwell was late?"

Honestly, if Integra could get up right now, she'd probably be jabbing a finger into those huge tits. An ACCUSING finger. Fortunately, she could not. So she merely continued lying like a lump. "You aren't even from the same moment in time that I am. Feel fortunate you haven't seen the shit that I have."