Dang, Joe.  Even Head Alien’s sober enough to handle the lady with the doomsday weapon with care, but you barge in and are all “whatever, you nutbar, you don’t really have these feelings” like you really want to die.

Joe thinks he has the best grasp on Sal, that he sees both sides of her in a way that Danny and everyone at SEMME only had opposing halves of.   He’s seen her zany and he’s seen her angsty, and he seems to think the angsty stuff is the act.  Dude, you got it backwards, you ding-a-ling.