𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐑.

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[ looking at the sleeproom through one of the gates. Leaning against the wall. ]

UGH. If I. Request. Will you shut it ? 😮‍💨

Reagent concerns aren't my concerns- just. Find a nice doctor or something- I certainly can't help you with this, James.

I am not able to get them for you. I'm just a assistant. Not a doctor so. No. [ She rolls her eyes. ]

Just wanted to see how you are from. View. Kinda clear you still need to be hooked on your- medication. [ She hums. ] I mean, the doctors have been holding it back from you- correct?

Private information, reagent. [ She hums, leaning against the table with a mocking grin tugged onto her lips. )

Fuck off, Janet, I'm not going to your fucking baby shower. 😒

? ? ?

[ She tilts her head as he glances back towards him. A hum leaving past her lips. ] And that's your decision to make? I don't remember a reagent making the rules here. [ she mocks but sets down the file. ] But I guess I don't have to hear you whine about it.

Just a. Review of something. The director requested me to do so. [ she leaned in her seat. A small chuckle left passed her lips, amused by something. ] God. What a piece of shit.

Can Hendrick just. Let me kill some of these doctors?

Children. Wife. Sure. [ a little huff left her. One hand grabbing the gun, taking it against the document. ] Concerning pattern of. Behavior.

Can't be too sure, reagent. [ She grumbles, her eyes scanning through the document, adjusting reading glasses on her face. ] You sure did. Have one interesting life out there, reagent.

Mm. M. MOTHERFUCKER.