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Yo, has anyone got cigarettes? You know, like, cigarettes? Anybody?

[ The voice over the communicator is tired - but what else is new around here lately? - and a little wavered, like he's trying to keep it steady. Someone's probably been crying. ]

How about paper? For drawing or writing or whatever. Yeah?

Or, like, a gun. [ Jesse's voice peters off for a second, murmuring to himself. ] Yeah, yeah, a gun'd be good.

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Yo, why's everyone gotta know?

I dunno. I someone bugging you?

[Because she could totally help.]

It ain't about- bugging. You don't shoot someone cuz they're buggin' you.

[She's done it. Though, it wasn't so much shoot as it was 'set them aflame.']

Okay, so who's threatening you?

Nobody's threatening -

[ Jesse just sighs, heavily. ]

It ain't like that, alright? It's all complicated.

So uncomplicate it. [So she stops worrying.]

... I gotta protect someone.

Fair enough. Good luck finding a gun, Jesse.

[ That easy? He looks relieved. ]

Hey, thanks, man.

[For now. She's trying to keep pretending she doesn't actually care. It's also partly she doesn't much care for guns.]

You're welcome. Did you find a place?

[ She's not alone on the gun front, at least. Special circumstances. ]

Yeah, sorta. Kinda- bunkin' down with this chick Laura for now. Gotta nice house ta stay in.

I know Laura. Sorta. Met her a little bit after I got here.

Yeah? She's cool, right?

She's alright. I don't know her that well.

Well- Yeah, neither. But she still is. Just like you're pretty cool too.

[There's silence. Loads of it. She's...what? Hold on, Jesse. This is processing.]

I'm what?

Uh. I said you're, like, cool, and all. Am I speakin' the Ingles?

Yeah. You are but that's a first. So...it's new.

[Charlie, that was a compliment. Use your words and say--]

And thanks. I think you're pretty cool, too.

[That's better.]

Right on, man.

What, you never been called 'cool' before?

Nope. Not ever.

[There's a list of things she has been called, most of them unpleasant, but she'll probably never mention them unless drunk.]

I kinda liked it.

[ And, oh. Oh, he gets it, he kinda gets it. ]

Ya don't- get 'em much, do ya? Compliments.

Not really, no. I'm not really around anyone enough to. At the last job I had, the manager didn't care if I worked with headphones on, so I didn't really talk to anyone or interact unless I had to. Like if the line cook was being a dick and taking too long with a steak I needed and I had to bitch to get it from them.

And then it's all, like, his own fault but you're the one that gets the shit for it? Yeah. Hell yeah, man, I know how that goes.

Yup. That's about when I switch jobs.

Right on. Don't let the man keep ya down.

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