First message
you get a text from a number you don't recognize, from Russia?: heyyyyyy, so im Gigi, just like found your number on the bathroom wall lol, and need idk...what do i need? do you know what i need? i sure dont, the toilet seat is definitely old like omg it scrapes my cheeks, and idk you feel me? could be drugged from a drink but god am i feeling woozy, and pretty sure i'm being stalked? but like also i don't know???? feel me?! it's like, well idk what's it's like. i need to just leave but i put all this effort into dolling up and barely survived an hour? am i getting old???? who are you anyways??? am i drunk? are you drunk? are we all drunk? come to think of it this reminds me of a dream i had the other night, i was floating in a tub, pool noodle around me, had one of those granny swimsuits on, god i was so unsexy it was painful, and i had a convo with this crocodile named Fred, Fred was so German if you get my meaning, but yea, it's uh....umm, WHO ARE YOU???!'
you stare at the text, how do you respond to it?