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“What do your Elven eyes see?”
“You know I hate Tolkien, right?”
“Sure, Ana,” he laughed, “but who else here read it?”
“It might have only been the movie. Two on your left.”
“Thanks, hold on.”
“They’re down.”
“Yes, thank you, I could tell.”
“Hey, just telling you what my elven eyes see.”
“Smartass.”
“Don’t start a fight if you can’t end it. I’m good at ending fights. Usually from a distance.”
“I wasn’t starting a fight, I was- shit.”
“Sneaky of them. Good catch.”
“Yeah, well, I could use some healing now. Got a bead on me?”
“I always do.”
