Havoc:
She checks a lot of my boxes. She's a woman, she's got a face, she can go outside. I just wish there was a way I could know for sure that we were meant to be together. Like a sign.
Breda:
A sign? Like what?
Havoc:
Oh, you know, the usual. Like if we both got struck by lightning at the same time, or if an eagle landed on her hand and whispered my name.