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“Have you thought about what pose you’d like?”
Morgan Cashmore straightened up from her crouch, peering into the transmission of Number 3 Drill, and bumped her head on the inspection panel, uttered a mild curse and rubbed the back of her head for a moment while she looked across the compartment to her companion. Wally Sarkasian looked back at her impassively, blinked once or twice before she finally said, “What did you say?”
“I said, have you thought about what pose you’d like?”
Morgan Cashmore straightened up from her crouch, peering into the transmission of Number 3 Drill, and bumped her head on the inspection panel, uttered a mild curse and rubbed the back of her head for a moment while she looked across the compartment to her companion. Wally Sarkasian looked back at her impassively, blinked once or twice before she finally said, “What did you say?”
“I said, have you thought about what pose you’d like?”
