At least we both have the decency to know no-one really wants to listen to our 'messed up' stories.

[At least the other members of the group can have a pleasant chat. Page envies them. Admittedly, she'd been trying to think of something nice to share, but all she can come up with is...

...absolutely nothing! God, what a mess.]

...more or less messed up than this balls-up of a mission, then? I'm starting to wonder if I shouldn't have just stayed at home, miserable as it is.