[ Marie gets to her feet. She dusts herself off and walks to the window, looking out over the snow. James watches her dully, aware that every line of her body radiates anger at being ignored.
The scraping only gets louder. He tries to blot it out, and focuses on the person talking to him. ]
My name's James. I've... seen some unbelievable things too.
[ Not ones he'd like to dwell on - not with what he's seeing. ]
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The scraping only gets louder. He tries to blot it out, and focuses on the person talking to him. ]
My name's James. I've... seen some unbelievable things too.
[ Not ones he'd like to dwell on - not with what he's seeing. ]
What did you have to deal with?