[ Just imagine, Moira sitting at her new sad excuse for a dining room table, writing herself a list between sneezes, because that's exactly what she's doing.
A little cup of coffee, what she's managed to get her hands on between arriving and now.
So now, imagine her blood running slightly colder, hearing Angela on the other side of her feed. Her pen goes down, and she can't help but smirk behind her screen. How unfortunate. ]
Well that depends on who's offering, Dr. Ziegler.
[ MUTE FOR A MOMENT TO BLOW HER NOSE.
Okay cool, we're cool. ]
I wouldn't want to put you in a precarious position now would I?
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A little cup of coffee, what she's managed to get her hands on between arriving and now.
So now, imagine her blood running slightly colder, hearing Angela on the other side of her feed. Her pen goes down, and she can't help but smirk behind her screen. How unfortunate. ]
Well that depends on who's offering, Dr. Ziegler.
[ MUTE FOR A MOMENT TO BLOW HER NOSE.
Okay cool, we're cool. ]
I wouldn't want to put you in a precarious position now would I?
[ YOU BET SHE WOULD ]