[ He hurries to catch the door, sliding in with greater ease than one might expect from an 18th-century pirate, provided she doesn't think he's just some dude Disneybounding the Pirates of the Caribbean. ]
I am. [ The door almost impatiently slides closed and dings. He doesn't bother to hit his floor. Instead, he just pulls the picture out of his pocket, turning it around for her to see. ] This is you.
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I am. [ The door almost impatiently slides closed and dings. He doesn't bother to hit his floor. Instead, he just pulls the picture out of his pocket, turning it around for her to see. ] This is you.