[ It takes him a beat to register what’s being said. The young woman’s voice is a half mumble and she’s suddenly got this air about her that the dropped parcel is somehow her fault.
And then it dawns on him again. Right. His face. Bad cop face. There’s an attempt at rearranging it into something a little less furious and Marianne might catch that before he bends down to retrieve his lost but now found package. ]
Ah. Perfect. Thank you. I’m sure that [ He glances at the name, half scrawled on the brown packaging. ] Gustav will appreciate it. [ And then he pauses. ] You don’t happen to be them, right?
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And then it dawns on him again. Right. His face. Bad cop face. There’s an attempt at rearranging it into something a little less furious and Marianne might catch that before he bends down to retrieve his lost but now found package. ]
Ah. Perfect. Thank you. I’m sure that [ He glances at the name, half scrawled on the brown packaging. ] Gustav will appreciate it. [ And then he pauses. ] You don’t happen to be them, right?