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"I tried looking for the feller appointed to me for the month, but I ain't seen him around. How's yours?"
"Mortimer? He's a quiet one," Hilda says, starting her own meal. "I'm paired up with Entrapta - you might have seen her around. Young woman, lots of purple hair."
She's hard to miss when she's not clambering through a vent or something equally worrying.
"Can't miss her," he agrees, mouth half-full. Sorry. Terrible manners, doesn't care to fix them.
"Seems energetic."
One of these days she'll tell you about the cannibalism and then we can talk table manners, buddy.
"That she is. And absolutely brilliant, come to that. Just doesn't always think things all the way through."
"Impulsive," he says, gesturing with his fork. "I get that. Not much good can come from all that, but nothing that can't be, uh, practiced."
"Exactly. It's just a bit of an arse that we're here in a place where not a lot of anything has consequences for long," she has to admit.
Hilda smiles crookedly.
"You do have a good point. I'm just waiting for her to actually...find a pony. Metaphorically speaking."
"Let's hope it ain't another inmate, that's all," he says, with a crooked little grin over at her.
"I shudder to think. As for your gentleman, you should try getting him over the network. Have you used your one of these much?"
She takes her communicator from her pocket to demonstrate what she means.
"It's a bit tricky to get into the habit," Hilda says, sympathetically. "And when it's new technology, well, it's harder still. Gadgets like that are all over the place where I'm from, but I remember when they were new."
Is this a fetch quest?
You're alright. What do you need it for?
If she listens carefully, she can hear his door opening and closing a few doors down the hall.
She does indeed. Good man! She pops out to join him.
A beat.
"Do you know what a robot is? Or dinosaurs?"
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