[ Manilow's a classic. Not that he knows that, technically, but give it time. He hops up a flight of uneven stairs while he speaks, and it's been long enough that it doesn't wind him — still, he goes quiet for a second, waiting until he hits the next flat plateau to turn around and look at her, walking backwards as he continues. ]
You're Skye, right? I heard you're some kind of petite, lady James Bond.
oh ok
[ Manilow's a classic. Not that he knows that, technically, but give it time. He hops up a flight of uneven stairs while he speaks, and it's been long enough that it doesn't wind him — still, he goes quiet for a second, waiting until he hits the next flat plateau to turn around and look at her, walking backwards as he continues. ]
You're Skye, right? I heard you're some kind of petite, lady James Bond.
[ The grapevine. Super inefficient. ]