Watched

Dissa: So, anything happened yet? Here, your coffee.
Hissa: Thanks, what took you so long? [sip] Aw, f***, scalded myself. Ooow...
Dissa: Some just get punished immediately, don't they? So, what's she doing?
Hissa: You wouldn't believe this, but she's actually been working. Since you left, in fact.
Dissa: Are you sh*tting me? I left ages ago.
Hissa: That's what I implied earlier, charlatan. I dare say your absence had a benevolent effect on the proceedings.
Dissa: Don't give me that, you pompous know-it all.
Hissa: What exactly is wrong, since you still understand what I'm saying?
Dissa: If anything, you're the charlatan! It's your fault she can't keep a single sentence free from more-than-four-syllable-words these days, you know.
Hissa: Cut the girl some slack, she's a Ph.D. student now.
Dissa: All the more reason not to! She lives in Sweden, for f***s sake. You know what'll happen if she can't talk like normal people? People will think she's...
Hissa: ...A charlatan? Move with the times, man, people her age are actually allowed to assert themselves nowadays.
Dissa: LOOK! She's off track again. Chatting.
Hissa: Well, yeah...
Dissa: Uh-huh. Four tabs to the browser again, cunningly hidden beneath the Corel Draw application. Gmail, statist.se, GP and F-book. And oh, the frickin' blog almighty.
Hissa: At least she reads the news... And she hasn't been checking for jobs as an extra today.
Dissa: What is WRONG with her? She tells anyone who'll listen that she loves her job and that she's busy all the time, and exactly how is all this escapism any sign of that?
Hissa: Leave her alone. She IS working. Or at least, she IS busy. See, she's working on the conference abstract book. It's been dogging her for a week and a half now, and she's almost done. Worked some nights and during the weekend. You know she does want to do her job well.
Dissa: Look again, sunshine, she's "notworking" again.
Hissa: She needed a break, I guess.
Dissa: Chatchatchat. Come oooon. Work!
Hissa: She loves writing, K?
Dissa: To the point where she's scared stupid of picking up a phone and solving stuff that way.
Hissa: That's not...
Dissa: Fair? No, I guess not, you see this is one strength of hers feeding off other weaknesses.
Hissa: When she gets inspired she's not half bad at writing. Get off her back.
Dissa: It's a gift she doesn't know how to use right!! Seriously, does she have an abnormal attention-craving complex or something?
Hissa: Cut it out. Everyone has it, or Facebook would never work. She has a few faithful readers.
Dissa: I mean, it's like she thinks no-one sees her unless she keeps on like this. No, no, wait, I take it back; it's like she keeps on like this because she thinks no-one can see her.
Hissa: You mean, she oughtta know she's being watched all the time?
Dissa: Yeah.
Hissa: Uh... Look at what she's writing.
Dissa: …Oh.

Hissa: I always said that that girl hears voices.