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[Cain has no interest in vlogging, but his video feed was switched on accidentally as he got settled into his room. So for a long while there's no sound, and the only picture is of the side of his leg. Then he notices that it's not cooperating, and he's not such a stoic prisoner that he'll just turn it off and pretend it hadn't happened.]

This is some kind of reality show, huh? 'True Lives of the Deadliest Inmates'?

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Re: Private;

[routemistress]

That's true about most o' the folks 'ere, lovey.

[She's relaxed a little bit; still intent, but back to friendly.]

I once 'ad to tell the ...an old friend o' mine this: don't ever make the mistake o' thinkin' I'm not serious just 'cause I'm never serious, eh? Long as that's the 'ole story, we don't 'ave a problem; I 'ate 'aving problems with people I like, love.

[She adds a smile to soften that.]

...No, see, the 'ole point with the wormholes is people can get in, see? My - that other place I mentioned, she 'ad one entrance in 1930s Berlin, one in New New York; oh, I don't remember where she 'ad the rest. It were still pretty exclusive, mind. Something like that, I'm thinking; done right, it could be fabulous, don't you reckon?

Private;

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I copy. I don't plan on doing anything here. [Literally. He wants to just lie around and melt into the floor if he can.

But her talk of wormholes is making it very difficult.]

So d'you just luck out with these wormholes? Just hope you find one and that it goes somewhere you can use?