[Loud crashing sounds ensue. Various things have been strewn about the floor in room 318 of Hotel Dusk. A cat, otherwise known as Binx, bounds across the feed. Oh, and there's Ange, looking frazzled.]
B... Binx, no, don't do that! Aah, it's all useless! I'm not cut out for this...
[Wait, is her hair up in a ponytail? The usual pink bobbles
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My, my. How troublesome.
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You're telling me!
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I couldn't help but notice you were having difficulty.
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You could say that. I have an especially wild cat here.
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[Crash.]
... I have it under control.
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Are you sure? It doesn't really sound like it to me.
[But if she insists...]
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Because she was homeless, and I felt bad for her.
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Diseased? No, I didn't think of that, but I'm pretty sure she's okay.
... As for being wild, well. Yeah, you can see.
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Are you okay? Is the kitty okay? That was a kitty, right? Purrhaps I can help?
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[More crashing sounds.]
I think I can... handle this...
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Ah... You can distract her a toy.
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You think?
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