[He accepts the piece of paper, glancing at it only for a moment before folding and palming it for now. He'll have the nurse help him later with finding a place for it among the small amount of things he has with him- namely his clothes and wallet, which he spots sitting on a shelf in a cubby with his clothing that they'd stripped off of him- and get everything situated from there. An amused sigh is snorted quietly out of his nose, even though he can tell she's still mad. To think someone as low on the totem pole as him knows all that much about the shady company he works for, it's funny, but that detailed explanation will have to come later.]
It's nothing all that special. It's just your run-of-the-mill smartphone in a thicker black case. There's no real distinctions to it, but if it's at the station it'll be the only phone that doesn't belong to someone. Thanks for offering to return it to me if it's found.
[He does appreciate that a lot from her, and he hopes it shows. There's contacts in there that might be very questionable to the police.]
Listen, [he continues on, his voice a little more somber.] Even if my employer doesn't know about us, still...be careful.
[It's been tugging at his heart since she started to stomp towards the door, that in the time between her departure and their reunion, something could happen to her. That monster might reemerge, maybe Nizhnii found out a different way, maybe she's in trouble with her job somehow. It's a bunch of scenarios he'd rather not think about, but can't dismiss.]
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[He accepts the piece of paper, glancing at it only for a moment before folding and palming it for now. He'll have the nurse help him later with finding a place for it among the small amount of things he has with him- namely his clothes and wallet, which he spots sitting on a shelf in a cubby with his clothing that they'd stripped off of him- and get everything situated from there. An amused sigh is snorted quietly out of his nose, even though he can tell she's still mad. To think someone as low on the totem pole as him knows all that much about the shady company he works for, it's funny, but that detailed explanation will have to come later.]
It's nothing all that special. It's just your run-of-the-mill smartphone in a thicker black case. There's no real distinctions to it, but if it's at the station it'll be the only phone that doesn't belong to someone. Thanks for offering to return it to me if it's found.
[He does appreciate that a lot from her, and he hopes it shows. There's contacts in there that might be very questionable to the police.]
Listen, [he continues on, his voice a little more somber.] Even if my employer doesn't know about us, still...be careful.
[It's been tugging at his heart since she started to stomp towards the door, that in the time between her departure and their reunion, something could happen to her. That monster might reemerge, maybe Nizhnii found out a different way, maybe she's in trouble with her job somehow. It's a bunch of scenarios he'd rather not think about, but can't dismiss.]