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"Stanford Pines. Leave a message."

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[spoileralert]

Nah. I’ve got a regular taser. And a stun gun. Pepper spray. Smoke bombs, knock-out gas, small explosives, bladed projectiles... and this.

[ She pulls the three-section staff from her belt and gives it a spin before snapping it back in place again. ]

I’m pretty well equipped. But thanks. [ As peace offerings go, it wasn’t a bad idea. ]

[mothmansplaining]

Ah. Very good.

[Again: with complete sincerity. Ford sees absolutely nothing wrong with arming teenagers.]

[spoileralert]

[ Good, because that's just the arsenal she has on her body right this second. ]

So, let's see... I think we covered everything? Do you have any like, questions, comments, concerns?

[mothmansplaining]

Not really. Though I'm sure they'll come up in due time. Neither one of us has been in this sort of situation before.

But I'd like to get a look at that file.

[That is what he came up here for, after all.]

[spoileralert]

Right, yeah.

[ She got distracted by the sudden desire to whoop his ass. She turns around to grab the file from her coffee table. ]

Here.

[ She's made a copy of it already but she kinda wants to keep the original, so she doesn't tell him that. ]

[mothmansplaining]

[Literally no one can blame her for this desire.

Ford accepts the file and flips through it, scanning its surface, letting words and phrases jump out at him. His face is stoic and focused for a good few seconds, then something catches his eye and he winces.]

Oh, I remember that.

...and that.

...I suppose I did destroy that five-thousand-year-old castle. I didn't stick around long enough to say for sure.

[spoileralert]

[ While he reads, Steph flops down onto the couch next to the door. As long as she's inside the room Shadow won't run off. He's clingy like that. ]

Kind of getting an idea why you're an inmate?