[Enjoy the sound of George's dulcet, Newfinese tones. Like Ireland rolled off of Canada the morning after, and Canada was like, 'You'll call me, eh?', but Ireland totally never calledI'd like to speak to Mr. William Pratt, if I may, and also a Dr. Capa
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It's Spike.
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...I'm sorry, did you say century?
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Well, uh, I was hoping we might have a chat.
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[That's... a bit of an exaggeration. Spike is different from his human self in some very superficial ways, but deep down, he's the same man in a lot of ways. Just with a hell of a lot more life experience. And sex.]
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[His voice is tight and guarded. His tone is sort of flip, but this is actually a pretty painful memory.]
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I know this may be difficult to discuss, but I was wondering what steps, if any, you've taken towards disinfection. Do you know what areas of the ship she might have frequented besides your cabin?
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I suppose that your...lifestyle choice makes exposing your quarters to sunlight complicated.
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Anyway, where exactly would we get sun in the middle of outer space?
And no, no dishes. Not like I'd keep any food she'd want around anyway.
I know she went to Buffy's room for tea as well.
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That is another complication. Hopefully soap and airing will be enough.
She'll have to be informed, then.
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