[Did you know they don't have smoking cars anymore? Or smoking anything, really. It's all well and good, since smoking's bad for the human body, but it does create a bit of a dilemma for a synth with the habit. See, Nick's not the type to flagrantly flout the rules, or to discourteously make other people huff his cigarette smoke. So he has to go off looking for a good place to light up whenever he gets the itch.
Maybe it's good in this situation though. He's just on his way back in from an outdoor railing near the back of the train when he hears it from the next car up. Screaming. Banging. A woman in panic.
Of course, he wastes no time rushing up to the door and giving it a tug. Stuck tight.]
Easy there! I'm coming.
[Nick pulls again, putting extra pressure on the latch. Is it jammed, or is she holding it shut?]
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Maybe it's good in this situation though. He's just on his way back in from an outdoor railing near the back of the train when he hears it from the next car up. Screaming. Banging. A woman in panic.
Of course, he wastes no time rushing up to the door and giving it a tug. Stuck tight.]
Easy there! I'm coming.
[Nick pulls again, putting extra pressure on the latch. Is it jammed, or is she holding it shut?]
Seems like it's sticky. Can you hear me?