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⠀ ⠀ ⠀… so ( he muttered, adjusting the strap on his shoulder ) is this the part where you scan my retina or silently judge my blood pressure? ( he didn’t get an answer. he sighed loudly, then pointed at the door behind her. ) look, metal maiden, either you’re opening that vault, or i’m wedging it with a crowbar and an extremely questionable attitude. ( a beat. ) … please tell me you’re not about to explode. you look like you might explode.