[ Hello, fellow crewmembers. If your device wasn’t on before IT CERTAINLY IS NOW! Cambridge - still nursing the mental wound of her power being so rudely culled and currently feeling obnoxiously disorientated - technopathically shoves a text transmission your way: ]
if somebody doesn't tell me exactly where the fuck I am then I am airlocking the
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And who the hell are you?
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Magic, darling. [ an unimpressed drawl. ] I'm the lady looking for whoever brought us here without so much as a by-your-leave. I don't suppose you know?
[ because no. She doesn't suppose you do. ]
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If I knew I'd be dealin' with it and outta here already.
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Oh, heavens. Aren't you sassy.
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You know anythin' that's helpful or are we gonna flirt all day?
[Because, honestly? The last chick Dean had to deal with who had an accent like that? Didn't turn out so well for him.]
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I know plenty of things, thank you, and I should imagine it's plenty more than what you know.
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[This is too easy. Those warning bells? Muted. Dean's going to enjoy this too much to stop now. Not when he's realized this one's feisty as anything.]
Like what?
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Any airlock?
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Perhaps. Once I'm quite finished with - what was it you said? - getting my panties in a twist.
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What a terribly charming offer, mister...?
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Page. Jimmy Page. Any time...?
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