That was a hell of a question, there, Barry.

Because when Summer's mind went to 'most fucked up things,' it wasn't exactly paired with laughing at it once you got past it. Maybe in the moment, sure, but that was just a coping method to push you to just get past it and not mention it ever again. It wasn't like any of it was really that funny, especially in retrospect.

Like, what could she say? She almost murdered her parents because she got super deep into a cult based on a misunderstanding regarding giant heads demanding their version of Galaxy Idol? That she threw herself into an apocalyptic cannibalistic wasteland for, like, a month because she just couldn't deal with her parents' divorce? That she almost participated in the near genocide of an entire alien race because her dad was too much of a fucking coward to just break up with his girlfriend?

Ha, ha, yeah. Hilarious.

So Summer kind of needed a moment.

"You first," she said, finding at least a convenient excuse to stall, "we're practically there and I should probably focus on re-entry, y'know?"