[ So those weren't real milk trucks. Cue garbled noises that may have been curses once upon a time. ]
I know.
[ One arm is prepped to raise and fire at the door at any moment. Any moment now, but Illya doesn't put the phone down yet. It feels a little rude to, for some reason. He can hear the crinkling, faint but there, through the line; it's too fine a sound to be static, and too uneven to be the buzz of the power lines abovehead at street level. ]
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I know.
[ One arm is prepped to raise and fire at the door at any moment. Any moment now, but Illya doesn't put the phone down yet. It feels a little rude to, for some reason. He can hear the crinkling, faint but there, through the line; it's too fine a sound to be static, and too uneven to be the buzz of the power lines abovehead at street level. ]
You're in the building, I'm assuming.