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[post_whitewash]

Sam's finally set up with a room of his own, as he and the Bar managed to have their heads on right at the same time. He's not well yet, so Cata's still... well, all right, she's worried.
(She doesn't do it often, but this is Sam. She thinks she's allowed that luxury, given how few friends she has

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[hands_of_blu]

Fortunately, she won't have to wait that long. "Ah, good evening, Cata," calls a familiar voice from the vicinity of the door. The Medic would be taking his gloves off, but he's got his arms full at the moment and is kicking the door shut behind him. "Und how do you do?"

[post_whitewash]

"...I've been better," she says. "The good news is, I found Sam here the other day."
She thinks she is glad she missed the part that leads to the bad news, from what little she's seen.

[hands_of_blu]

"Ah, good; I met him myself, but I don't sink you were about," says the Medic. "Und ze bad? Zat sort of sentence always has a bad part."

[post_whitewash]

"Seems he's come down with that flu thing. Worse than I had it, too."
The narration suspects it's best for everyone that Cata missed the song-and-dance number.