[ A beat, as she just looks at him, her heartrate quickening. The Counselor always looks serious - she's pretty sure he's not physically capable of actual laughter - but he looks especially so now. And she gets it. Whatever's going on here, whatever Dudely wants, it's not good.
Still. We need to come up with a plan.
She's pretty sure he's never said we before, either. ]
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Still. We need to come up with a plan.
She's pretty sure he's never said we before, either. ]
An...infiltrator?
[ And then it clicks, and her eyes widen. ]
You mean me.