You know what the best god damned thing to do right now is?
[Lilith is pacing Deck 11, restless as hell with so many dead and still not sure if her partner is risen from the dead or some melodramatic crap like that. She's a little crazy-eyed.]
Don't
touch
anything.
And read the fucking signs. Swear to god, I'mma take your crew and rip THEIR
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The comm clicks on, but there's a pause before he answers. When he speaks, his voice sounds tired.]
Yeah. I'm fine.
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Where are you?
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My room.
[He might of been hesitant to relay his location, considering how happy she sounds with him right now.]
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Neither does she bother to knock when she arrives. To his eyes, Lilith is just suddenly *there*, looking for all the world like she didn't have her arm cut off just days ago. Words are cheap. Which is why she's going to bear down on him and swing a white-knuckled fist for his nose.]
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[WTF]
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[AND LILITH DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT IT!? OH MY]
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[Hadn't she JUST railed at him a few days ago about this shit? No one ever listens to Mikaela.]
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[Breathe, Lilith, breathe. This girl hasn't done anything to you, just take a chill pill and talk to the nice stranger.]
Stupid priiiick.
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What...has happened?
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A whoooooole lot. You safe?
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What is happening?
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[On a seemingly random train of thought, Lilith interrupts herself.]
God, I mean, I have diddly squat to worry about, but this protection thing... what the hell can we do for each other?
[She means everyone.]
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Ripa, honeybunch, you walked off like a dickbag and expected me to lie low.
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