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[There's a face peering at the device, frowning. Nose wrinkled, frustration in her eyes and a quickness to her tone. A hint of a short temper and a slight sense of worry. An urgency found only in the voice of people used to being on the run. She fights to keep her expression neutral, aiming for boredom. It comes off as impatience and annoyance.

She's outside, blue sky behind her and the sound of water nearby. The hum of a breeze just in the background.]

I want answers. I don't know where I am or how I got here. Last thing I remember, I was on a bus to Alaska.

[No, she wasn't. She was on her way to New Mexico but who knew if the Shop was listening or not. Better to be dishonest and safe than honest and dead.]

What happened? Who brought me here and why? The sooner I find out, the better. [A pause as she looks around, trying to gain some information as she does so. A sign of where she is or a way out.]

I really, really can't be here. It's important that I continue my trip.

[And there's fumbling with the device before it stops recording.]

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Bobbi. Is that legit what it says on your birth certificate? Because if it is, that is pretty damn cool.

[Oh, lord. She actually means that last bit. The name is a lie. But that last part? Honest to god.]

[Give him a second, this is the first time he's ever gotten "cool" in response to an introduction.] I--y--on my what now?

[Her name is Charlene. It's old fashioned. His name is New and Exciting. But fffff, she's sorta amused at his reaction.]

On your birth certificate. Is that what your parents named you?

Is Bobbi what your parents named you? What'sat even mean?

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It's short for 'Roberta'. I prefer Bobbi.

Boring! Unless you got another name to go with it! I knew a Panzer Bobby back home, a Bobby Tops, too!

I'm afraid it's just Bobbi. Maybe a nickname will come later.

Better hope so, right? No one gonna remember "just Bobbi."

What's in Alaska?

Hopefully, a job working in a hotel as kitchen staff.

Sounds important. What's behind?

Bullshit. What else?

Tsk! Ain't it always the way! Bad news though, Bobbi, you got a whole palette of bullshit here too. Plus side is, you got experience.

Minus side is, you got a lotta shit to deal with. Sorry.

So I'm learning. How long have you been here?

Couple hours. Like sixteen-hundred. Who's counting? Have you got a cigarette?

Sorry, man. I don't smoke.

Do you not understand how cool it is?

I don't like the scent.

Ah, ah, then you won't like me at all.

You seem alright so far.

You ain't seen nothin yet.

You got friends here, Bobbi?

Not really. A few people've bee nice but... [Shutting up right quick, now. She doesn't need to air her trust issues just yet. They'll figure it out soon enough.]

[A grin peels back. Sounds about fuckin right.] But nice means about jackshit, huh? Tell you what, pigeon: veteran advice says find you a house and lock it the fuck up. You copy?

Nice hasn't meant shit in ages. [Charlie. Shut up. You're probably telling people more than you want.]

Find a house?...just any house?

Empty house. Folks get touchy if you just kinda bust in. [Not that he knows from experience or anything.]

Empty is good. I'm used to that.

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