[slow on the uptake over here, Marty's still waiting patiently, kind of starting to drift off and stare elsewhere, scratching at the bridge of his nose and sniffing loudly. doot doot doo...
ping? he blinks, looking back at the tablet. what ping? he searches around before finding the little notice.]
Oh, wait...Something just came up...I think I might've pressed something? I'm not sure.
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ping? he blinks, looking back at the tablet. what ping? he searches around before finding the little notice.]
Oh, wait...Something just came up...I think I might've pressed something? I'm not sure.