Hey - hey. Okay. You need sleep. [ she supports him up, carefully. ] We can talk about it later. Can I help you to somewhere you feel safe sleeping in?
... Not the fucking bathtub, also. You need a bed.
Mm. You will assist with those. I have . . . [A TRULY DEEP SCOWL. Apparently someone doesn't like criticism that much?] instructions. For how to better perform them.
We should be looking at the same things - all clothes off, hands, feet, head. I suppose will should start with the screen, if it saves time. We will recheck for any injuries later if we suspect they have have been injured in a specific place.
[ she doesn't expect a thank you, at least! she sort of laughs a bit. ]
Okay. Don't go too long without sleeping. Please. I don't wanna find you passed out on the stairs. [ she lets go of his shoulder. ] Hey - do we have some sort of parting phrase? The Mad Burnish, I mean.
[ you know, like a secret handshake or something ]
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We need to find out what they are doing with the victims.
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Hunter and I talked to Plum. She had no idea what was going on with the hospital. She didn't know there were monsters in there or anything.
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[Honestly, he stumbles a little in place. Just, where he was standing. God.]
We aren't going to solve anything like this.
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Hey - hey. Okay. You need sleep. [ she supports him up, carefully. ] We can talk about it later. Can I help you to somewhere you feel safe sleeping in?
... Not the fucking bathtub, also. You need a bed.
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I feel safe in the bathtub.
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You're gonna wake up sore, and if you're going to be in charge of the strip searches, you gotta be in top form. [ fuss, fuss. ]
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I will. What kind of instructions?
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Alright.
[No thank you . . . ? As Mad Burnish, maybe Beau is just expected to help now. Anyway, he sort of, lightly slaps his own face, sighing out.]
I-- Galo is doing something. I have to go and find him.
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Okay. Don't go too long without sleeping. Please. I don't wanna find you passed out on the stairs. [ she lets go of his shoulder. ] Hey - do we have some sort of parting phrase? The Mad Burnish, I mean.
[ you know, like a secret handshake or something ]