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[It's no offense to Lucinda. Not at all, because he does like her, but Daan isn't waiting. As if desperate to escape some kind of hellhole, he pushes himself forward to get out of the vault, sewing kit clutched in his hands.]
I need a drink. [Or a few, to be honest.]