[ lazily, floyd turns his attention back to the scope, his own zooming in for a better look at the girl. ] No blood. Out of breath. A little shaken.
[ there's a misplaced grin on his face when he glances at her. ] Jesus, they woulda loved you back home. [ as he returns to his self-appointed task, he mutters: ] Another goddamn mask for the funny pages.
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[ there's a misplaced grin on his face when he glances at her. ] Jesus, they woulda loved you back home. [ as he returns to his self-appointed task, he mutters: ] Another goddamn mask for the funny pages.