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[smelltheashes]

Some people are born great. Some people achieve greatness. Some people have greatness thrust upon them. Some have a combinat- okay, who are we kidding? Some people are just plain there. Their sole claim to greatness is that somebody said "Great!" when they heard the person in question somehow managed to not blow the lab around him to bits despite

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[a_mere_child]

My Floyd-sense is tingling...

"Just a sec," Alyx calls over her shoulder before extricating her hands from the half-finished decoy suit and going to the door.

[smelltheashes]

"No problem, I can wait," Floyd calls. He's leaning back on his heels doing his best to look casual yet intensely competent when she opens the door. Whether this succeeds at all is left as an exercise for the reader.

[a_mere_child]

The fact that he spoke, and therefore confirmed the fact that he's Floyd, doesn't help with that impression very much. But Alyx at least manages to keep her expression neutral. "What is it?"

[smelltheashes]

"Hope you don't mind me just showing up like this," says Floyd, shifting his weight a little as he speaks. "But I wanted to ask something about the next assault we're planning on the dead zone. I mean, assuming you're free to talk about it and all."