[The sound of running footsteps as an echo of a roar follows. It's too dark to make anything out let alone the location. The occasional burst of what appears to be lightning from a stun gun momentarily illuminates the surroundings. The source of the roar is still imperceptible though.]
[A few gasps are heard as a face in shadow addresses the Guide.]
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[Pure worry splits her features and she snaps onto the feed. Immediately, hollering.]
Une!?
LADY UNE!?
[Forgets about the babelfish, again, and starts cussing.]
GodFUCKINGDAMNIT.
WHERE THE FUCK IS MY INTEL WHEN I NEED IT!?
[Makes to move and the feed cuts.]
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[Eyebrow arch of disapproval at the cussing.]
It's been handled. That sort of language isn't necessary.
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Don't you...fucking - mngh!
[She looks frustrated, annoyed, making herself sit down. Bad Noin, no getting up. but...she doesn't care if it hurts.]
[Then...]
Wait, what?
[She doesn't remember the babelfish again.]
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[Thank goodness for leaving some breathing room in her time table and all that. So much lineface B| Treating this like it's nothing.]
Hm? Something you wanted to ask about?
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