[The journal’s picking up precious little on both sides then.]
Hell? Hm… yes. [a chuckle with as little humour returned as given] A cold one.
…
[Again a familiar voice. He can’t recall where exactly, though that flash of orange hair teases at memories of not too long ago, but he knows he’s encountered you somewhere in The Line before.]
[Welcome aboard. That gets another one of those soft chuckles.] Well, thank you, Miss...
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Hell? Hm… yes. [a chuckle with as little humour returned as given] A cold one.
…
[Again a familiar voice. He can’t recall where exactly, though that flash of orange hair teases at memories of not too long ago, but he knows he’s encountered you somewhere in The Line before.]
[Welcome aboard. That gets another one of those soft chuckles.] Well, thank you, Miss...