'My Crabb'. That's enough to throw Crabb for a whole new loop that she has to drag herself out of to have any chance of processing the rest of what she says. Two-thousand-seventeen. No Platinum Wars. The fact she already knows Ducky's name, not just Crabb's which may be at least somewhat public knowledge—nevermind that she said Ducks only a few seconds ago, this is a lot to process, alright?

"...God's teeth, if we weren't both hearin' this I'd think I was goin' insane."