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Aw Lizzie, I'm sorry to hear that.

So the Ukraine Airport isn't the five star affair we've been led to believe?

Not even close.

How about you? Where are you at the moment? Gotta be better than this place...

They've got me in London, actually, so better is in they eye of the beholder.

Trying to track down the entrance to the Night City. Got a few bones to rattle.

I'll trade places with you. My sheets smell like mothballs and the sink is leaky.

I see your leaky sink, and I raise you the gooey remains of an undead zombified Haitian voodoo priestess.

It was hard to tell with all the bloating, but she must have been a 300 pounder, easy.

That's totally unfair, Red. I haven't even gotten to the ooky stuff yet.

Get back to me after I've dispatched a few vampires and then we'll talk disgusting.

Alright, you're on.

You know, firebug, I heard a rumor that if you don;t catch a Ukrainian vampire in just the right place, he'll explode all over you like a Leech Piniata. May want to bring a coat...

Don't think I haven't heard that too. I was mostly planning on barbecuing them. That seems to sort out most vampires.

You're a smart one, Lizzie. And here I was just trying to get you riled up.

That's why they send you on all the plush missions, you know. You're quick.

Yeah, hanging out at a rat-trap motel waiting to go kill a nest of vampires is really one of the "plush" missions, all right.

Next time, we'll swap, okay? I found me a blues joint down here that's actually pretty swinging.

In terms of, you know, rotting joints swinging from sockets.

Can't say I'm too surprised at that!

Let's hope take-off will be a bit easier.

How are things going for you?

You'd think it would be.

... Not much better. Do you really want to know?

I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to know, Blue. Please, distract me from the fact that the sheets in this hotel smell like mothballs...

No, I don't think you do.

I am starting to dislike dogs, though. ... Even the perfectly normal ones.

Oh dear. What happened? Monster dogs or something?

Something like that.

Ugh, I'm sorry, Abe. Are you okay? Did you get hurt?

Luckily, no. Nothing to worry about.

... Which doesn't make me like them any more.