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[wolvesxeyes]

[The comm. clicks on to dead air. Not because she doesn’t know how to use it, or because she hasn’t noticed it; Sarea is simply trying to keep from shouting into the damned machine.]

Alright.

Whoever it was who brought me here, I’m less than thrilled. If you’re a friend, kindly let me leave. If you’re an enemy, at least allow me the comfort of

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[Growls into the comm.]

So put covering on. Quit complaining about it.

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[wolvesxeyes]

[Rea's just gonna snarl right back.]

I would if there happened to be any sort of 'covering' available.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He snarls too. Not out of any real annoyance, just because he can.]

Check the bed. Work with that.

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[wolvesxeyes]

[Now, that? That just makes her laugh.]

A bedsheet toga? Think I'd rather go naked, ha.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[An unsympathetic grunt.]

Then stop complaining.

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[wolvesxeyes]

[She's shrugging even though he can't see her.]

Eh, it's somethin' t'do.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

It is not productive.

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[wolvesxeyes]

Quite true; I'll have to remedy this.

[Siiiigh.]

There any stores or anythin' here?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Deck twelve. Luggage deck.

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[wolvesxeyes]

Merci beaucoup, good sir. And now I will no longer have to whine about not having clothes~

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. Good. Go do that.