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"Not Gibson, I hope," He starts off, hands folding neat behind his back. "She's already at it with the —"
A gesture: He's looked up the word, enough to know it's new to more than him.
"— Emojis."
The Infirmary drifts into view. The Storage Bay. Silco doesn't pause at the doors.