Re: Call: Sam/Neil
Yeah, well, better me than Christine. I don't know him. Some guy with arrows named Barton. Think he comes from Shailee's girl's door. [She hears movement, but doesn't take it to mean anything significant.] Getting us a drink? And hero, idiot, same shit, baby. [...] Something that's yours. Like a cause, or something else? I think I'd make myself sound like- See, that's the thing. I don't fucking know anymore. Here is different than New Jersey. I'm different. [Another hiss - a pained one, and movement as she tugs the sleeves of the coveralls back up over her arms.] Ok, so it's fucking freezing and there's no way- Hey. Meg? [Quicker movement.] Since when do we have a fucking Meg Giry?