[Fine, BE DIFFICULT. Gosh, Martel. He rolls his eyes, pushing her through the window, keeping one hand on what he hopes is not a delicate part of her costume, pulling himself through after her]
Have you met me? When do I ever think anything through? And you have US. People who still care about you. [Yuan. But he'll carefully not mention Yuan right now. That probably won't go down well]
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Have you met me? When do I ever think anything through? And you have US. People who still care about you. [Yuan. But he'll carefully not mention Yuan right now. That probably won't go down well]