[It's like the worst texting game where random messages keep pinging in and you definitely don't have enough spaceship bullets to hit them all. As if tonight weren't already disorienting enough...]

I already have a scarf.

[It occurs to him that they may be talking about the same scarf, but while he does reflexively grab his own scarf there doesn't seem to be anybody nearby with particularly scarfish sensibilities. Hmm.]

Isn't it easier to talk out loud for this...?

[They're probably in the same area and this is silly.]