[A step further forward into the narrow alley is the sum of that approach. And then the dark haired Antivan woman draws up, stopping completely. The smile she adopts is easy going, and not at odds with the good humor she'd possessed in the dream.]
Good. I would hate to feel obligated to inform on you to the company.
[It's the pain that keeps Mado from relaxing, and finally, with an almost canine-sounding yip, he manages to snap the trap away from himself. Clutching his injured hand, his eyes squeeze closed for a moment to process everything happening at once.]
Please don't, [he says breathlessly, with none of his usual cheer. Then he looks at her again, slowly rising from his prone position, as if testing his permission to do so.]
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Good. I would hate to feel obligated to inform on you to the company.
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Please don't, [he says breathlessly, with none of his usual cheer. Then he looks at her again, slowly rising from his prone position, as if testing his permission to do so.]
I know you.