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[i]-Donny gave the room a quick once over. He then glanced down his body, casually noting how lax they had been about leaving him his articles. Perhaps he wasn't under arrest, but in some kind of light detention. No little confiscation box he'd been forced to put all his possessions in, no prison garb with a number on the back. Not too shabby. The room didn't have too many resources, but there were enough. He sat up and looked down to see if either chair were bolted to the floor. They were. He then studied the turrets. He leaned to the left, then the right, to see if they'd track his movement. Afterwards, he finally answered the woman, after intently studying her clothes to see if she wore any loose articles like a tie. At least they were practical about attire. She wasn't wearing anything that he felt could be used to efficiently kill someone with.-[/i]

[b]"Ayuh. Ah'm partial to 'em. Got a pizza fah meh? Black coffee puhaps?"[/b]

[i]-He wondered if she was going to interview or interrogate him. He figured he'd wait until he knew for sure if they'd release him, and until after he ate. He figured he could use her as a hostage, worst case. She probably wasn't going to use that door. She could likely teleport in and out of the room, so if he was going to take her, he'd have to use his wits.-[/i]

[b]"Am Ah under arrest? Gonnah haftah go tah court or whatevah yah folks gawt? If so Ah'd like to hear thah charges an' speak to mah lawyer. Othahwise, if yah don't mahnd, Ah'd like tah ask a few questions 'bout where Ah've found mahself. Nevah been on a spaceship before, Mah'm."[/b]

[i]-His lazy Down East accent was almost Forest Gump-like, but lighter, sharper, with a well pronounced emphasis on the consonants. It hinted at the resolute confidence of an educated man from a hard, rural background.-[/i]