Night 49: West Wing, South Hall 1-B

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Maybe she should go snatch up her patient file? Possessions, too. Yuffie'd never say no to free stuff, even if it was a bunch of crap from a lie of a life. If she was lucky, she'd get somethin' handy. Handy like a cellphone, or, hell, even a laptop! Yuffie wasn't a technical genius at the best of times, preferring to leave all that stuff to Reeve and the guys in R&D, but if she could get 'em up and working, they'd be like a gift straight from Leviathan.

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Gren was keeping an eye out as they moved. The corridors were dark and confusing, and while they'd seemed safe enough near the patient rooms, he imagined they got distinctly less so the further you moved away from them. "Yeah. I play saxophone for a living." He somehow doubted Edgar was going to know what that was. "It's not glamorous or anything, but it's what I enjoy doing."

Of course, he probably could have done better for himself outside of Blue Crow, but that price on his head had kept him grounded on Callisto, and any thoughts he'd had of making a real go of it with his music had long since evaporated.

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