Worse.

Reagan is walking by, glances briefly qt Eda's direction and continues on for a few steps before coming to an abrupt stop and turning in Eda's direction.

Reagan: "Hey, wait a fucking minute! YOU!"

Eda: "Ah, fuck!"

Reagan: "Yes, it's you!"

Eda, desperately covering her face: "No, no I am not!"

Reagan: "Of course you are! I could fucking recognize you anywhere! You are that old woman who I had that drunken one night stand five years ago!"

Eda: "Hey, I'm not old!"

Reagan: "You took thirtie dollars, my identification and my fucking credit card from my wallet!"

Eda: "L-look, I understand if you are angry about that, a-and I can compens—"

Reagan: "Oh, I'm not angry about that. That I can forgive. For what am I angry at, and which is unforgivable, is that YOU. FUCKING. STOLE. MY. FUCKING. CARL SAGAN PIN!!!"

Reagan pulls out a big fucking gun out of nowhere and aims it at Eda.

Reagan: "So start running."