So yesterday, as I was coming back home from a lesson on how to storm rooms properly (either very fast so you take them by surprise, or realllllly reallllly slowly so you see them and shoot first), I had the most extreme burger of my life. A mad, dilapidated-looking woman entered the cafe I was sitting in and started mumbling and gesticulating wildly, obviously trying to communicate but failing to do so. Of course, I tried to help and offered her my food, money and my phone, in this order. All were refused, and the woman then pulled out her own money to show me that she didn't need it. By this point the staff arrived, and the woman took her phone out as well, and showed us that it was missing a SIM card and a battery, which only confused us further - she wasn't robbed, because who the hell steals the SIM card and the battery out of a phone, but leaves the appliance itself? - so we gave her a pencil and a piece of paper. The semi-gibberish she wrote was indicative of either brain damage or a serious mental disorder, and I've decided to call an ambulance. The woman got infuriated at that, imitated spitting on the floor and left while I wasn't looking, leaving me to explain to the ambulance that it was essentially a false alarm, but they turned out to be cool with that.
But I still don't know where the poor woman is and what's happened with her and it's making me sad.