[Thanks for the distraction, Beau. While the staff is otherwise occupied, Callisto takes the opportunity to saunter past a row of delivery trucks, sticking her dagger into one of the back tires of every single one. Once that's done, she casually tucks the blade back into the pocket of her winter coat, pats down the side of her snow pants to make sure the outline of her sword isn't visible, and heads over.]
Oh, just give her what she wants.
[She says to the dock worker, wrinkling her nose.]
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Oh, just give her what she wants.
[She says to the dock worker, wrinkling her nose.]
You two are making me sick.