Chalidah interrupts the connection.
"Mike," she says. He looks at her, razor in hand. His eyes are dark, moist. He doesn't reply.
"Come talk to me later," Chalidah tells him. Is it just you, or did that sound like an order?
Something is going on here. Something she doesn't want you to see.
She turns to you. "Come on," she says and herds you outside the dome.
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