[Cassel stays silent for a moment, listening carefully. After a second, he's about to tell her she's hearing things, but then—there. There's a quiet scuffling sound, like someone is moving around. He meets her eyes and then shifts forward, pulling a shiv from his belt. It isn't much, just half of a pair of scissors that he's sharpened, but it's better than nothing. He pitches his voice low when he responds.]
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How long have you been hearing that?