Re: Call: Sam/Neil
It's just an I-Beam, Neil. Just a window made of glass. No big thing, baby. [Then, more seriously.] And there are a lot of fucking people trapped in cars out here, and they'll freeze before morning. Think the city will pay me for helping pry them out with my blowtorch? [A hiss, as some of the acid from the dragon's mouth drips onto her work boots and eats through the leather.] What are they saying on the fucking television? Where did it come from? In other words, tell me dirty things, baby, so I don't fucking freak out.