Morning, love. [Not much to the meeting rooms, but they've got a table at least, and (instead of nearly every other time she's done this carefully monitored song and dance) Chloe moves to sit down; a bit of casual posturing that's only happened once before with a friend on the outside that she's known for too many years to count at this point.]
Surprised you're not falling asleep. [Ragged as she looks, it's a surprise that she isn't either.]
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Surprised you're not falling asleep. [Ragged as she looks, it's a surprise that she isn't either.]