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>Just hanging out with the bros
"...Um, shouldn't I-I-I wait for Lottie? To get all that sorted? Since she's, um—"
"Dead?" Madrigal folds her arms. "Waiting how long, exactly?"
You told yourself you'd give it a day. If she's not back after a day, you have complete justification to lose your goddamn mind. "...Tomorrow morning?"
"Sure. Whatever. I'll let Monty know. You can crash on <span class="mu-i">her</span> cot, see how she likes it. Pat, I don't know where the fuck you're staying, but I assume it's with us? Since Management's probably watching your place...?"
"Thanks for the reminder," Pat mutters. "They'll find me wherever I end up, but—"
"Well, fuck 'em. We'll take care of it, you and me—"
"And Lottie," you say impulsively, then kick yourself as soon as Madrigal turns to look. "Um, I-I mean— I'm sure she'd want to help with, um..."
"Sure she does. Sure she'll be a real big help, too."
"I mean, she dug up Ellery's skeletons," Pat says. "Not to mention she <span class="mu-i">destroyed</span> my facility, so I think she's a little brighter than she looks. Not saying I'd like her involved, but—"
You could just stop talking, letting Madrigal forget you said anything in the first place. This would be the logical thing to do. "Um, she would want to help, so I-I-I don't know why you... she's trying to blow up their whole place? And I-I'm not saying I think that's a good idea, or anything, but she <span class="mu-i">is</span> trying, so—"
"After the personality transplant?" says Madrigal.
"...Um, I-I-I... I guess? But i-it doesn't matter how she acted before, if she wants to help now... and are you sure she was really different? Or do you think it might've been, um... Richard?" You measure your words. "I-I don't know how much you know about him, but I think he really... he used to really... um, I think he wiped her memory pretty often, so..."
"How the shit would I know?" Madrigal says, but she looks uncomfortable. "I guess that could maybe... whatever. It doesn't matter. Stand here any longer, steam's gonna melt my fingers off, so—"
"Not how it works," Pat says, and leads you on through Hell.
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