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Hey.

[...that's it. That's all she leaves. Either way, the voicemail beeps. Go ahead and leave a message!]

[They are going to get so drunk.]

Oh, that I can guide you on. Us military types are connoisseurs of alcoholic beverages.

News to me.

[But enough messing around.]

So where do you want to meet up? I'll be there as soon as I can.

Outside of the apartment building? I feel like I'm sneaking out of my parents' house, gonna be honest.

[There's a shuffling in the background as Arcee gets ready to leave.]

What, why? Someone keeping tabs on you?

Some of the kids I've been keeping an eye on are... overreacting a bit, to me being hurt.

[There's a small chuckle on her end.]

I know that feeling. Good luck getting out, I'll see you by the door.

And here's where I wish I'd taken lessons from our stealth expert back home. See you in a bit.