[Chie’s voice is quiet at first, a little muffled as the communicator clicks on inside her jacket pocket:] Nngh ... sheesh, my head. That - wait, the collar’s gone?
[More rustling noise of fabric as Chie sits up in the bed.]
This doesn’t look like World’s End ... or Inaba, for that matter. What -
[A little more muffled noise, then the audio
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