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[Fortunately, someone is around who recognizes what Jessie means.]

Jessie? Where are you?

... Given the amount of stress that arose this mission, having a 'flareup' as part of an energy crash can be an expected consequence.

Smoking car.

[Meaning Luggage.]

Would you like for me to stop by?

I can bring music, or just company if you prefer.

[Upsides of being both the Internet and having access to an even larger musical database: infinite mood-suiting tunes.]

Company and music? I think you'll pick something interesting.

I shall be by momentarily, then.

[It's not as if he's in the Kitchen right now...

When he arrives, Jessie will hear music, first. Hopefully no one else is in the car?

It's also a really good thing Webmind doesn't have a sense of smell, yet.]

Is this the sort of music you find relaxing? I would appreciate corrections, if you have any.

I'm not picky. [As another drag of her cigarette is taken. A little cup keeps the remains tidy, Jessie is just that way. She misses music so anything is fine by her.]

Just did not expect a flare when I just gathered intel.

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[Ah, so this was not about a current panic attack. Somewhat reassuring to note.

Webmind approaches, taking note of the cup with approval. The song plays on: waves, a current.]

Did this happen early on in the mission, or closer to the final day?

[His expression, projected on a screen as it may be, is sympathetic.]

Early, unplanned getting locked in a closet. [Yes even closets could be bad news.] Look out for the cup? Gotta keep things tidy right? [Meaning the cup holding ends of cigarettes.]

... You tried to overhear conversations in one of the inns?

[That's the best Webmind can conclude, from the minimal exposure to the world he was able to get.]

Of course, Jessie. I can take it down to the kitchen later, if you did not wish to do that yourself.

Just to gather info, went undercover as a priest from another village. I tripped on a floor board in robes so freak accident. And thank you, only took one cup since I could not find a paper cup.

That is quite unfortunate, Jessie. More than that, even.

[Because a panic attack was hardly a mere 'unfortunate'; even Webmind knows that.]

But not something likely to happen twice, yes?

[Webmind nods, music shifting, and Webmind undergoes the briefest of pauses because he does not actually know this song. It's too new for him.

He waits to see if Jessie has an opinion before making to change it, however.]

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