Wha-- oh. [Yes, come to think of it, she does have vague memories of spilling her guts about the circumstances surrounding her death on the network. Apparently copious of amounts of alcohol had done little to make her forget. Zam’s not easily embarrassed, but she does feel a prickle of self-consciousness knowing that she ran her mouth to that extent.
Regardless, she at least appreciates the sentiment.] Yeah, that’s a… good way of thinking about it. [A lighter tone slips into her voice.] At this rate, you’ll flatter me until I’m paying you for this.
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Regardless, she at least appreciates the sentiment.] Yeah, that’s a… good way of thinking about it. [A lighter tone slips into her voice.] At this rate, you’ll flatter me until I’m paying you for this.