[...Tris has gone completely still, and is staring at you like you've grown a few extra heads.]

What?

What?

[...That is Tris, taking a very deep breath. In fact, she appears to be breathing in something of a counted pattern! Her hair is positively crawling with sparks.]

You're trying to-- [but it sounds too crazy to be true.]

It would certainly explain why I am encountering things that are completely unheard of. [Tris is giving the hairy eyeball to a street light.]