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[hostage]

[Here's a guy who looks like shit. Not like he's been beaten up or injured or anything like that. The kind of "looks like shit" that comes with recovering from a meth bender curled up on the floor of some catacombs while there's a war raging outside. His body needs sleep desperately but the chaos has kind of prevented that, so he looks pale and sick with dark circles around his eyes and he's subtly shaking - which means the camera is shaking as he holds it.]

Hey, so... Hey. I know we're busy cleaning up and all, but I need, um... I'm just wondering if anybody could bring me some cigarettes. Or, like, anything else to smoke.

[Vague because he's not sure what's legal here.]

I'll pay you back or, you know, whatever. I'll owe you.

And, um, Nananea? You're probably busy with all them hurt people, but - that thing we talked about? I'm ready when you are.

[Despite looking like he should spend the next two weeks in bed.]

Anyway, yeah. Thanks in advance.

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[strategic_guile]

How entrepreneurial of you. [Reaches into right inside jacket pocket and pulls out a half pack of cigarettes.] Well, you'll have to make due with these 'til then.

[hostage]

Hey, thanks. Seriously. I won't forget I owe you.

[strategic_guile]

[Laughs and puts the cigarette pack on the table. Have an amused smile as he makes for the door.] I won't either, Jesse, but it's good to meet you.

[hostage]

[Jesse doesn't show him out, on account of not wanting to walk around too much extra while he feels this shitty, but he does give a casual little wave.]

Looking forward to doing business with you, Blaine.

[strategic_guile]

Sure. [A wave and he's gone]