[And all he can think is, thank God for small miracles. That makeup of hers is going to run out soon enough and he's pretty sure they don't stock whatever it is she layers on her face around here — he just hopes she's not desperate enough to...
...actually, he has no idea what the hell else she'd use.
Makeup.
Whatever.
He's a little on edge as they stroll back toward the building that's home to Saul and so many of the other Transports, hyper-vigilant and tuned in to both Effie and their surroundings. The last thing he needs is for them to get jumped, but he also doesn't want her to notice how anxious he is. He'll just talk over it.]
So — I live with two other guys. They're not around often, so you might not get to meet them, but if the place is a mess, it's their fault.
[No, really. Saul tries to keep the place tidy in spite of the perpetual drunkenness of Unit 409. It doesn't always work, as far as he's concerned.]
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...actually, he has no idea what the hell else she'd use.
Makeup.
Whatever.
He's a little on edge as they stroll back toward the building that's home to Saul and so many of the other Transports, hyper-vigilant and tuned in to both Effie and their surroundings. The last thing he needs is for them to get jumped, but he also doesn't want her to notice how anxious he is. He'll just talk over it.]
So — I live with two other guys. They're not around often, so you might not get to meet them, but if the place is a mess, it's their fault.
[No, really. Saul tries to keep the place tidy in spite of the perpetual drunkenness of Unit 409. It doesn't always work, as far as he's concerned.]