Steph groans and rubs her hands over her face. Are they seriously having this conversation right now? An hour ago she was dying and now she's here and talking to Cass about apparently not using birth control with her serious boyfriend?T She is not emotionally equipped for this mood whiplash.

"Jesus, Cass, no, it's not kevlar! How would that- that doesn't even make sense as another name for it. Birth control is- if you don't take it you're going to get knocked up by Mr. Muscle if you're boning as much as you make it sound!"

Her voice, it has a way of carrying.