[Oh shit, son. Orange rolls out from under another car to stare at the downed fashionista mechanic. No it's not the way she's dressed that surprises him. Saya never teeters or totters on her precious heels.]
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[Get up, Newendyke. He rolls off his rolling panel to scramble to his feet.] Saya? [Where's that grunt?] Eames!
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[Get up, Newendyke. He rolls off his rolling panel to scramble to his feet.] Saya? [Where's that grunt?] Eames!