[Jill doesn't reply to that creative turn of phrase because she doesn't get a chance to before the next message pops up on her screen, then another, and another. That's overwhelming, yes indeed, but at least the dinging stops for a long enough moment that she types back:]
Well, you did ask for me to return the favor. I couldn't do that unless I knew who you were. You didn't seem like yourself. You seemed...
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Well, you did ask for me to return the favor. I couldn't do that unless I knew who you were. You didn't seem like yourself. You seemed...
[A pause and then the next message is sent:]
...calm.