[As she brings it up, he does remember as he got dragged into the police station of how bored she looked behind that desk. Maybe the life of a secretary with the police really isn't as interesting as he imagined it might be, but then he doesn't really know how it all works. All he knows is that there's no guarantee you won't get treated like garbage by the cops if you get arrested, as evidenced by his broken ribs. Poor girl, she really did get what she wished for, and then some.
Shaking his head, he indicates he's not from Fontaine, leaning against her a little as they walk. His head spins a little, trying to find the words to answer her, his response delayed as his injuries begin to take their toll on him.]
No, I'm from Snezhnaya. It's a pleasure...to meet you too. Yoimiya...
[His eyes half lid, and he stumbles, words slurring together. Oh...]
What a...pretty name...
[Suddenly, he can feel his mind spin so fast that he no longer can hold himself up, eyes closing as his vision goes black. Tartaglia's whole body goes limp as he faints, lurching forward suddenly as he falls, finally having succumbed to his injuries.]
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Shaking his head, he indicates he's not from Fontaine, leaning against her a little as they walk. His head spins a little, trying to find the words to answer her, his response delayed as his injuries begin to take their toll on him.]
No, I'm from Snezhnaya. It's a pleasure...to meet you too. Yoimiya...
[His eyes half lid, and he stumbles, words slurring together. Oh...]
What a...pretty name...
[Suddenly, he can feel his mind spin so fast that he no longer can hold himself up, eyes closing as his vision goes black. Tartaglia's whole body goes limp as he faints, lurching forward suddenly as he falls, finally having succumbed to his injuries.]