[He makes an indignant little noise at being told to eat his bread--he might already be sneaking some of the crust to Eiger, something he knows Angela will not approve of. She's stern enough in her answer that he almost second-guesses his decision to refuse her food and painkillers. The water, at least, is nice, and he sneaks another long sip under his mask.
Not that she's turning to look, or anything. It still strikes him that she gives him this measure of privacy when it would be so easy for her to discover who he is.
Unless she already knows, of course. 76 decides not to think about that.]
They should be glad to have you, at any rate.
[A compliment? Sure, why not. Take some of the heat off him for not eating the bread.]
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Not that she's turning to look, or anything. It still strikes him that she gives him this measure of privacy when it would be so easy for her to discover who he is.
Unless she already knows, of course. 76 decides not to think about that.]
They should be glad to have you, at any rate.
[A compliment? Sure, why not. Take some of the heat off him for not eating the bread.]