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[She was the biggest thrill seeker ever, yeah? When life was good and normal and settled, and, man, she wanted life to be good and normal and settled. But it wasn't, and she wasn't up to flying. This was was hard enough, yeah? Antsy as fuck and nervous she'd screw shit up and he'd bail on her. Yeah, no, after all this shit was done she'd find a hit, or somewhere to dance, or a fuck. But not flying, yeah? Not now.]
I'm in Ocean's Eleven right now. It's Neil's door, yeah? It's like home- like Vegas, but older, like a decade and a half. [She shrugged, and babbling seemed like a good idea, to keep him from freaking out, and to keep her from freaking out.] I like it. It's warm. Marvel, here, they're cold and gloomy. I mean, Marvel isn't always, but it was like 29 degrees there last night, yeah? No thanks. [Barely a pause.] Is Seven still there or whatever?