GOOD CHAT.

Transcript:
Jansen: Dammit.
Kapoor: Ava? You alright?
Jansen: I'm fine, I'm fine - just tired. Sleep’s not coming easy right now.
Kapoor: Look - my Aunties didn’t raise a fool. There’s tired - then there’s whatever state you’re in.
Kapoor: You look like someone’s slashed your tires.
Jansen: Guh. Fuck my life.
Jansen: Everything’s gotten so… messy.
Kapoor: Hey, hey - what’s this all about, then?
Jansen: I dunno, I’m just waiting for the dumpster fire to go out, I guess.
Kapoor: Oh, you need me to fetch a Fire Brigade?
Jansen: No. This one needs to burn.
Jansen: Honestly - if I knew this was how my life was going to play out, I would have made very different choices.
Jansen: Wait. No. What am I even saying?
Jansen: None of this is my fault.
Jansen: All of it - it’s just the result of other people’s stupid, selfish choices.
Jansen: Why is it my responsibility to fix this? I didn’t pour on the kerosene - and I sure as hell didn’t light the match.
Jansen: Sorry. This isn’t your problem.
Kapoor: No harm, no foul. I’m the one who asked.
Kapoor: Listen, you know you don't have to shoulder this alone.
Kapoor: You’ve plenty of mates here - me, Miller, Ravenov-
Jansen: -He’s not my friend.
Jansen: He’s not anything.
Kapoor: Good chat.