[ It's a scramble alright, but Kate manages to shoot up to her knees, one pressed to the floor and the other foot helping her sit up. She pulls forth the small gun from her belt, the pepper gas gun, and fires. ]
We're wasting time.
[ "You're wasting my time." Is what it really sounds like. ]
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We're wasting time.
[ "You're wasting my time." Is what it really sounds like. ]