[Relates to
THIS. Inga Krauss is an NPC who lives in my own head.]
She stares down at her cellphone with a frown, teeth worrying at her bottom lip. Halfway through dialing, she flips it shut and sighs.
'Come on, Wakefield. You can do this. Flip open the phone, dial the number, talk to her... it's not hard.'
At least it shouldn't be hard.
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