Consider him a Jorge-lite. [Kat chucks the spent cannister, wishing up another but not using it quite yet. She's lifting away more armor to see if anything else is in as dire need of the bonding agent.]
What did you get yourself into, Six? [She's almost afraid to ask, but curiosity and concern are too loud to ignore for her.]
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What did you get yourself into, Six? [She's almost afraid to ask, but curiosity and concern are too loud to ignore for her.]