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"Bugger off, you old hag." Jack said, stubborn, but then cleared his throat. "It's a'ight." His crossbow was still slung across his shoulder. As the hallway got darker, his eye glowed again. "Oh, shit. There's something nearby." He unslung the crossbow. "This is why you sorry blokes need weapons. I don't think you can handle a fight with what I'm looking for without one."