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[Elizabeth is sitting in her room, on the bed. She has her radio next to her, set to the band she shares with Mur. She's waiting for him to start speaking on his own receiver. They'd promised to meet up over the radio around this time.
She doesn't speak first, she never does. She just works on a project and waits.]
She doesn't speak first, she never does. She just works on a project and waits.]
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Liz? You out there?
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Oh - hi!
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Hi.
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I'm trying to make a second navigator for you.
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You still don't trust my portals.
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The one you created caused cracks in the air itself. What could I trust about that?
[A pause, as she realizes something. He spoke in plural, when she's only aware of him creating one]
Have you been creating them on your own?
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[At least he's honest, although reluctantly so.]
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[Her tone is entirely scolding, and she's trying to decide how angry she is about this.]
I thought we agreed to wait.
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[Now she's clearly upset.]
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[He attempts to make his voice soothing enough to be placating, but this is something he always fails at.]
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And? Has it gotten any better?
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[She does sound quite angry.]
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Stop trying to rile me up further.
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Then can we get back to the topic at hand?