There is a drop-off address. Give me a moment-- [a moment to shake off the heebie-jeebies from just barely even touching the varmint. eugh. she huffs, fishing around secret dress pockets for her phone, futzing around with the seemingly endless array of menus -- torture, honestly -- before reclaiming the quest information and reviewing the location.]
...Yes. Okay. Yes, I have it. We may go. You're unharmed, right?
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...Yes. Okay. Yes, I have it. We may go. You're unharmed, right?
[from the vicious bunny grappling?]