[ She's a little lost in thought right now, forgive her. Her bloody fingers reach out to touch the screen of the PDA, because she knows that red. That's Dave's red -- with the courier font and the sassy, condescending question marks. This had to be Dave in person, or an impostor. But she knew that she had seen pictures of him before; why couldn't she remember what he looked like? ]
His name's Dave. And he types in the same red that you do. [ Those fingers reach up to smudge his sunglasses. ] But my name is Jade Harley.
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His name's Dave. And he types in the same red that you do. [ Those fingers reach up to smudge his sunglasses. ] But my name is Jade Harley.
Are you my best friend?