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	About forty-five minutes later, the girl reappeared. The door did not open, nor did it shut. She tossed something at him that jingled slightly. She'd done a bit of theft but also found him a job and a way for her to be kept busy and out of trouble while he was working. "[color=ed1c24]Get up,[/color]" she no longer sounded angry. Instead, she just... spoke. Her tone was dead, almost resigned but calling it that would be an overstatement. The energy she'd had was gone, giving way to both tiredness and realization of the facts. She was aware she'd trapped him here; that part she didn't regret; but she was also aware of how annoying she was; that part she wasn't going to change.