How can I help you?
I’m not sure about everyone else, but it’s a habit of mine to ask how I can help someone.
Oh, well then, yes you can. I would like a pumpkin spice latte. Skinny. Thanks.

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How can I help you?
I’m not sure about everyone else, but it’s a habit of mine to ask how I can help someone.
Oh, well then, yes you can. I would like a pumpkin spice latte. Skinny. Thanks.
How can I help you?
Why do people keep asking me that?
"You don’t have the slightest idea of who I am, do you?"
"Um... No? Should I?"
"It occurs to me that you don't know who I am, either. I'm Imogen, by the way."
"Don’t worry, I fouind a new friend for them. His name is Mister Sharpen. Mmm, you all got nice weapons here. This blade is good. The handle is so beautiful"
"The only weapons I need are my hands."
"Um. I guess that sounds a little whorish. Totally not what I meant, though."
"Keep your guard up all time"
"Don't make me introduce you to Panic and Pain."
Oh, no.
I am a nurse here, actually. It’s nice to be able to help people. But I can’t really help myself right now, obviously.
Nobody can. Once you have the flu, you're dog meat.
Oh, no.
I caught the flu bug.
Once I wanted to be a nurse.
I fantasized about it a lot.
God fucking damnit!
God fucking damnit!
Go away.
God fucking damnit!
..Go away.
Oh shit. Uh. Put the gun down... please? There's gotta be a better way. Uh- HERE. Look what I can do!
God fucking damnit!
Why can’t I just fucking shoot straight.
I don't know, three meters isn't THAT far away from the target... Am I right?
Another year older, hopefully another year wiser.
"Nope, not a chance. Happy birthday though!"
I miss alcohol.
It would be. I’m missing it more and more lately. Being drunk is such a good way to make time pass and it helps when you’re sad. You should do it once we all get out of here.
It sounds almost magical. You and I, we're going to be great drinking partners. I can feel it.
Someday you'll be my drunk coach.
I miss alcohol.
Alcohol would be so magnificent. Don't you think? But you know... I've never been drunk. I'd like to try it.
No, I’m not flirting with you. I was trying to figure out how you were able to sneak food.
Oh. Well it sounded like flirting to me. But clearly it's because I'm stealthy. And pretty, like you said.
Not for me, it’s almost impossible to sneak anything. Maybe it’s because you’re pretty.
Are you flirting with me?