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Helen shuffles in, Killer perched atop her cart. He's wearing a doggie sweater. Helen is wearing a few more layers than last time.

She's also frowning more than usual, and muttering loudly to herself.

"None of your business. Don't get involved. Might not be good."

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[bass_line_blues]

Preston glances up from his book when he sees the door open, and gives a friendly half-wave.

"Hey, Helen."

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"You're Preston. You like music. Beatles. Rolling Stones."

She seems more vague than usual tonight; she's not even trying to make eye contact

[bass_line_blues]

"- yeah, that's me," says Preston; his voice pitched easy, calming.

"Play music, too. I could play some for you if you want."

They say music's soothing, and it's pretty much what Preston's got.

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"Um. It might be too loud." She glances towards the door. "There are people who might hear. They've been yelling around, making trouble."

Fearfully, she looks in Preston's direction, and then down at the floor. "Killer saw. He said so."