[Ah, right - the door. She can just walk on out, from this not-real office building right back into the probably-not-real Barge. Her pace is quick, arms folded tight across her chest with her fingertips shoved into her armpits.]
Could've been worse.
[She says, once they're back out on the deck. It's not optimism: it's realism.]
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Could've been worse.
[She says, once they're back out on the deck. It's not optimism: it's realism.]