[ Tension, like the coiling of muscle, at the use of his name. His mental voice hard and flat: the floor you wake up on. ] (Yeah, I've been hungover too.)
[ A pause, then with ill-concealed impatience: ] (Nobody here's been poisoned, alright? Stabbings all round.)
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[ A pause, then with ill-concealed impatience: ] ( Nobody here's been poisoned, alright? Stabbings all round. )