♠ WE'RE NOT SAFE YET → { ten }
[VOICE | PUBLIC | JAPANESE]
These scientists are fickle.
[but she sounds less annoyed than usual, almost thoughtful-- There's that familiar scratch of pencil against paper. She's sketching, again.]
What's the point in the same people going and then coming back? I don't understand. How do they pick...?
[there's a long pause before she speaks again. There's that usual metallic tinge of annoyance in her voice now.]
Hn. They probably don't know either.
Nuisances.
These scientists are fickle.
[but she sounds less annoyed than usual, almost thoughtful-- There's that familiar scratch of pencil against paper. She's sketching, again.]
What's the point in the same people going and then coming back? I don't understand. How do they pick...?
[there's a long pause before she speaks again. There's that usual metallic tinge of annoyance in her voice now.]
Hn. They probably don't know either.
Nuisances.