[Alright, so it's better than his most recent times anyway. Charlie's suddenly infinitely glad he didn't bring her along on that mission with Tempest; getting through that first warehouse door had been embarrassingly difficult for someone who considered themselves a pro.]
Fifteen. You're rusty, mate.
[Charlie reaches over her and cheerfully unlatches the gate, swinging it open easily enough.]
Now let's see if there's anything remotely useful here, yeah?
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Fifteen. You're rusty, mate.
[Charlie reaches over her and cheerfully unlatches the gate, swinging it open easily enough.]
Now let's see if there's anything remotely useful here, yeah?