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"Uh... I think Dierdre took the blood samples with her. I don't know if they made any before that, because they NEVER tell me things."
Dierdre again. "Who's Dierdre?"
"The HR rep? She's nice... sort of crazy, I think. But nice."
That doesn't help. "You met her?"
"Yeah?" Possibly Madrigal sounds bemused. "She took me WITH her, but we got separated... it was DARK. You know how it is in the dark."
You do know how it is in the dark. "Sorry, do you mean you escaped with her? Or she helped you escape?"
"Yeah."
So she made a friend? Maybe? It's a good enough answer for you. "Well, um, congratulations. I got new clothes since yesterday, so you know. Nobody's noticed very much."
"I can't see very well. The lighting in here is SHIT." Possibly Madrigal attempts to shield her eyes. "They're probably cool clothes, though."
"Please keep personal inquiries to a minimum," Lucky says.
"That wasn't a rule," you mumble. (It's a good enough compliment. You'll take it.) "Do you need new clothes? I think you'd look okay in a button-down, completely hypothetically. And suspenders. But you've <span class="mu-i">got</span> to get rid of that hideous jumpsuit. Or do you need anything else? Like a drink, or—"
"The detainee is <span class="mu-i">not</span> permitted alcohol," Lucky says.
"I could USE a drink. But I'd take a damn newspaper or pack of cards or something. Have I mentioned I've been stuck in a HOLE for HOURS?"
You raise your eyebrows at Lucky, who closes his eyes. "We may discuss this after visitation has ended."
You could get Possibly Madrigal a newspaper. That'd be a heroic thing to do, probably. "I'll discuss it. Do you want to tell Monty anything? He wanted to come to see you too, but—"
"Monty," she says slowly. "Um... if that counts as someone who can get me OUT OF HERE, then I'd like him to do that."
With the arm? Not likely. "I'll ask him, I guess, but— do you know why you're in here? Really. Because they didn't just pick on you for no reason. It's like Lucky said, um, there's been some trouble with gooplicates going around. And I mean <span class="mu-i">trouble.</span>"
"Six bodies, detainee. One of them ours. Caused by the likes of you." Lucky has stepped forward. "For the last time, we are exercising <span class="mu-i">caution.</span>"
"Um, yes." You dislike him stealing your thunder. "Indeed. Caution. Also, the gooplicate was pretending to be a <span class="mu-i">Courtier,</span> and it was disguised as <span class="mu-i">me</span> of all people, so of course I righteously stabbed it dead! In a grand battle! It was <span class="mu-i">very</span> cool, just so you know, and—"
"It was disguised as you?" Possibly Madrigal says.
"I know! It thought it could skulk around pretending to be the <span class="mu-i">real</span> Charlotte Fawkins— <span class="mu-i">Lady</span> Charlotte Fawkins. That's my actual title, by the way, I'm not a <span class="mu-i">'Ms.'</span>—" Lucky isn't paying attention. Damnit.
The silence is longer than it has any right to be. "You STABBED DIER—?!"
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