Lada says, "I've been doing some chronicling in my free time. Ya know, puttin' that literacy to good use. I've been writing an account of this campaign from a medical perspective. The conditions of the wounded, battlefield wounds… you get it." She shifts the book in her arms. "This is it, by the way. I was actually gonna go see if I could copy some numbers from the census."
"Not now, gov'ness. We can't risk that kind of info getting stolen by Rade."
She nods. "All right, well… I understand."
She hesitates for a few moments before saying, "Hey, listen… I…" She stops. "Actually, know what? Never mind."
"What?"
"It's been good talking, Marshal," she says. "But I don't wanna hold you up any longer."
You shrug. "All right."
You then depart, bound for your room to review the census.
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