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Angela	Roland was helping out in the History Department and chatting up Malkuth when he passed by a wall and noticed that the bookshelf that was supposed to be placed directly against it--wasn't--just by a couple. It was slightly off. He didn't think anything of it, at first, pushed it back into place, and then moved on his way--before walking all the way back at a brisk pace and noticing that the OTHER bookshelves were also off by what looked like the same amount. He rushed off this time in a hurry, came back with a tape measurer and went around checking the distance between many of the bookshelves in History and the wall and it turned out that they were all off by exactlyt the same amount. It's at about this point he rushed off to General Works, wholly out of breath and harried as he knocks on Audrey's door. "Audrey...Audrey! Something weird's going on...! You got a moment? Your'e an expert in this sort of thing aren'tcha?ansi243,") He then steps back from the door, bowling over as he takes several deep lungfuls of air to try and catch his breath. "Measured it...and everything..." He manages. "Wings, so much running and crouching and stairs... He steps away and slinks back against the wall until he's sitting all the way down.
Audrey Basque	@itssylvie Sylvie (Raindrop) where are you this time? @light-wearer Sparkle Oh, surely, we know the answer. @a.basque Stargazer No, you do not. If you must know, I am delivering pastries to a friend. <selfie: Audrey, in her school uniform, with several boxed pies> @light-wearer Sparkle Why? @a.basque Stargazer Because she helped me with some matters? Important matters you would not understand. @light-wearer Sparkle Oh, so we "would not understand" now? @itssylvie Sylvie (Raindrop) rude, girl @a.basque Stargazer It is like that indeed. I will be back for my second class and then will be free. If you still wish to hang out. @itssylvie Sylvie (Raindrop) sure, whatever @light-wearer Sparkle Whatever shall we do with you? Fine, fine~ See you then. Indeed it was like that!! Audrey had stopped by her favorite pastry shop, which of course meant the handful of pies she'd selected were worth a little fortune. There were a few lemon pies, specifically for Hod, and a few assorted ones otherwise-- strawberry, pecan, apple. Enough for the Sephirah, at least, Angela, and maybe a few stray mouths (like Roland and the assistants) if they wanted any. This means Audrey IS at her desk! Office? Though she's wearing her school uniform, not the Librarian one, on account of not technically being here to work right now. "Roland! Hello!" Peachy, cheerful. Actually, suspiciously so. None of Audrey's usual-- mannerisms, are quite as they should be. She's just extraordinarily chipper today. "Would you like some pie? And five minutes to breathe before you explain what you're talking about?" It SOUNDS urgent, but he's talking about measuring and he's asking HER, so it can't be that dramatic. Surely if it was a disaster, he would have gone for Angela first.
Angela	Roland is not ignorant of the bullying poor Audrey is going through but he is ignorant of where the source is and just how much he can rely on that deduction to begin with and also that she has friends back at school. But he does notice that Audrey is in school uniform rather than her LIbrarian outfit. "Oh--whew...you must've just got here. Would've been...hahh... embarrassed... if you weren't even here... hooohh..." He shakes his head quickly before immediately being distracted by the COSMIC IMPLICATIONS of what he's discovered by an offer of pie. "Oh...really? ... Pie?" He suddenly shifts, sitting straight up. The human species is known to enjoy pie and can be distracted by many endeavours by offers of it and Roland is no exception to this. "That's real sweet of you to offer, Audrey. I should've gotten you something too--" Then he shakes his head. "W-wait, the pie--great, pie great. But I noticed today that the bookshelves were off placement by a 2.5 centimeters. Exactly 2.5 centimeters. For every single bookshelf. And I know for a ''fact'' I pushed them all against the wall. I couldn't exactly go outside to check the outside measurements and even if I did I don't know what they were to begin with, but I think something happened to the Library..." He pauses. "...We've been feeding Angela ... is the Library absorbing the meat buns?" He frowns. "No that's ridiculous, but--something must be happening right?" He is distracted a third time. "What kind of pie?"
Audrey Basque	"Hm?" Audrey seems quite unsurprised by what Roland tables. "Did Angela not tell you? The Library is expanding. It's hard to predict the exact rate, and it's probably from the Light being absorbed, though... the way they describe EGO, it could also be as she experiences things?" If the books are her memories, it would stand to reason new memories make new books, and then those books need a place to be, so... but Audrey isn't sure, she didn't ask. "Now that you mention it, I'm not sure if it's just inside or outside too. If it's outside too... that could become an issue. The Head won't be too happy about it." Would it stop, or just grow infinitely? "I'll have to ask Angela. I might be able to help." She wasn't sure, but she was trying this whole... responsiveness, thing. Hesitate a bit less. Bounding the Library's size, in or out, was kind of in her wheelhouse anyway! Pie, though. "There's lemon, strawberry, pecan, apple... ah, that's it, actually. A few of the lemon ones are strictly for Hod, the others are for all of you." She reaches into her blazer, to pull out of its pocket a large pack of paper plates, a bag of plastic forks and knives, and a pack of napkins. "I wasn't sure if the Library would have any of these, so I got some on the way too." They're also stupidly expensive fancy ones. The good stuff! The stuff that's environmentally terrible, but won't disintegrate in your hands. "So how have you been? Angela isn't working you down to the bone too much, is she? Or, heaven forbid, removing your limbs again?"
Angela	Roland wasn't told about the expanding Library. He stares, openmouthed at Audrey for a moment. Then he clamps his mouth shut. It seems like Audrey is starting to know more about what is going on than he does, particularly about the Library. ... His fellow newbie... ...grew up so fast. "Huh." Roland says. "Wait--uh. You know um. It's uh. It's not..." He swings his hands above each other some distance apart. "It's..." He does this again, but now horizontally across. " He gestures with both of his hands, fanning them forward as if asking Audrey to see the obvious possible issues with that. ''The Head won't be too happy about it.'' "Well... Not if he finds out there's an AI in here, but I don't think they'd care if the Library was just doing this on its own. ... But that's not my point anyway. There's uh... still people living in the District, you know? If it keeps expanding outward--it's going to eventually push out into other territory. Like the homes of the people who live here. ... And the Syndicates I guess. Could even push into Trideag--at least if it isn't directed." He seems worried about this! And maybe a little bit worried that Audrey knew about it already. But it's not enough to stop the pie train. "Oh--Oh! This is for Hod? She's down in Literature--if you... let me catch my breath. I can go down there with you." He pauses. "Pecans you say...?" He then frowns. "You uh... were carrying a lot of plates in yourt blazer there." He adds. He's not exactly accustomed to these kind of pockets either though he is a little relieved since it meant his instinct to go to Audrey as an expert was the right call. "....Are these like... special kinds of napkins?" He didn't know Audrey was a rich gal and still doesn't know because for all he knows this is some kind of special thing native to Audrey's world. How has HE been? "Well uh. Mostly fine. Outside of--this kind of spooked me, honestly, Audrey. We just started--how big do you think the Library'll get? ..." A horrifying thought hits him. "If it starts getting taller it might need more staircases."
Audrey Basque	"I'm a little bit concerned if it keeps growing externally it might start consuming the district, yes. There's other concerns, like the structural integrity of the ground underneath the Library." It's not that Audrey isn't worried about the people living near the Library, but they're already in the danger zone, and... well, the Library is more important. Though there's the faintest hint of a wider smirk and a half chuckle at the idea the Library might crash into Trideag. Gosh, that would certainly be... "Mm, awful, yes," Audrey nods, sitting down at her desk. "I'll bring it up with Angela though. I'm sure she's already thought about it a fair bit, but maybe she can share her plans with the class." Class, not literally, but funny pun. "Oh I'd love some help to bring it all down!" she smiles, accepting Roland's sacrifice gladly. The mention of her blazer gets a soft "Mhm, mhm~?" like she thinks Roland already knows. He clearly doesn't! She giggles, pulling a whole astrophysics textbook out of that little pocket to demonstrate. "No, the napkins are normal, I just expand the space in my pockets so I don't have to carry a bag around. Do you not have that kind of storage in the City? It feels like it'd be really handy for a Fixer like you, who's good with tons of different weapons. Not having to weight yourself down with them." She'd assumed they had this sort of stuff! Especially when Roland mentioned having -tons- of weapons in the past. How tall? Audrey taps her chin, thoughtfully. "You know... I have no idea. If it's based on the Light being absorbed... then it'll stop once Angela is fully human, probably? But if it's not... who's to say? I certainly hope there won't be more stairs," she agrees, dreading the idea. Idly, she opens one of the pecan pie boxes, so Roland can help himself with a slice. "Ah, here! We'll head to Hod after."
Angela	"I doubt she'd be too keen on getting so big she ends up collapsing back underground." Roland admits. He supposes that he does recognize that, say, a Library going around eating the City around it and dislodging a heck of a lot of people, WOULD be bad from, like, an ethical standpoint and he doubts that there's going to be pie delivery to too many new residents around here. But ... does he actually care? Some part of him is aware that he should care, but the bigger part can't stop thinking about how The City betrayed him, took everything from him--so why SHOULD he care if Angela devours a 26th of this City. Or more. He's jarred out of his thoughts by a smirk and half chuckle. He quirks his head with curious intensity as he examines Audrey's expression. "....Huh...." He says. "You seemed like such a nice girl I never imagined you had something of a dark side." He says 'dark side' about thirty percent more dramatically than the rest of that sentence along with some jazz-hands. Roland doesn't seem surprised that such technology exists. He certainly hasn't had, say, a pair of gloves that stored numerous weapons that could transport them from and to his hands with just a thought which an entire fighting style could depend on. So he certainly isn't about to go mentioning that to Audrey. "Yeah now that you mention it... I guess that would be pretty useful. Don't think I could afford anything like that, though." So these are normal napkins from Audrey's world, Roland thinks, it must be a world of plenty. Not just freedom but humanity, Roland thinks. "I guess it isn't too disruptive just yet. Maybe it'll only grow by a few feet and I've been worrying for nothing." Roland admits. "But we probably should monitor it, right?" Audrey offers a pecan slice. Roland takes a moment to collect a plate, one napkin and one slice of pie. But he doesn't use the napkin, he actually folds it up and slides it into his coat. He needs to save a napkin like that for something more important than pecan pie, he thinks. "Oh...!" He says after he's taken a bite. "This is hella delicious. You just went and bought it? Nice. You're a sweetheart with a dark side." Again, he says dark side just like before.
Audrey Basque	Two blinks and a double take. "H-Huh? A dark side?" If she does, that certainly snapped her out of it. "I'm just in a very good mood today! I didn't mean anything by it. Apologies if I'm acting strangely." Ugh now she sounds like Maria. Correct course, immediately. "Afford? Roland, please! If you wish for larger pockets, just ask. It isn't that involved a process and I'd be happy to do it for you. Not to mention my safety while in the Library is more or less in your hands, so this benefits me greatly." "Ah, but... you're right. We should keep an eye on the situation. If Angela isn't already." For the third or fourth time, she feels fairly confident Angela must know exactly what's happening with the expansion, but better safe than sorry. With the pie distributed, she closes the box to make sure it stays nice longer, and gets up to round up all the boxes to bring them to Hod (and then, presumably, everyone else too). Compliments have her beaming, though with a bit of her hesitation returning when the joke repeats. "Roland! Ha... I expect that sort of teasing from Petra or Angela, not you. But I guess, if I had to be honest, concern for the City isn't really at the forefront of my decision-making. It's not a very nice place, is it? If I had to choose between the Library and the City, it's an easy choice." And quite the unbalanced one too. Billions against... how many are in the Library? "That really does sound awful spoken like that."
Angela	"Oh I wasn't--I wasn't trying to complain or judge or anything. It just means you're relaxing more around me right? why would I complain about that--" He's startled by being offered something that would cost him a literal arm and a leg if he wanted to just buy a replacement. "...You're willing to do that?" He asks. It would be nice if he could fight a bit more comfortably--but he definitely can't put on those gloves while he's working for the Library. not until he knows what he needs to know. "...Well it'd also help with carrying books around if I'm being honest, so I don't think I can object--but I'd owe you one, for sure." He supposes it's likely Angela already knows too. Is it something she could stop? He doubts she would. It's gotta be more helpful to her than less. ''I expect that sort of teasing from Petra or Angela, not you.'' "Do you hate it?" Roland asks. "If I'm being too friendly I'll do my best to step back a bit--" They ARE coworkers after all. But... ''Concern for the City isn't really at the forefront of my decision-making.'' The truth is, it isn't really at the forefront of Roland's either. But Audrey seemed like a nice girl and Roland, well, he's a bad guy. A (lowrecase) sinner with gloves drenched in blood. It feels wrong to have this in common with such a sweet girl as Audrey. He has another bite of pie so he has an excuse to dwell on the thought a little more. ''That really does sound awful spoken like that.'' "...Oh nah." Roland says. "I mean, everybody has thier priorities right? ... If you treat your friends equally with strangers... This is just a bigger exprssion of that. Especially since enough people in The City would hurt her. Not even for the ideological reasons of the Head--just because they knew they could get away with it without anyone from ''this'' world complaining. Well, except maybe Petra."
Audrey Basque	"No, no, it's alright. We are friends here, after all! It just took me by surprise." Roland was a bit like a dad, or maybe an uncle; he was sweet to her, but having an older man like that casually joke at her expense had certain, social vibes to it she hadn't expected at all. Or maybe it was the subject matter, and she'd rather people not start saying that about her so openly. Or both! Likely, both. "But no, I don't hate it per se. I'm just... careful about my reputation. You know? My schoolmates are chomping at the bit for any dirt, since this started." This meaning her Multiversal outings. "But yes, of course. Leave some of your spare suits on your desk and I'll make some time tonight or tomorrow to give you some pocket space. Just be careful what you put in there, I once forgot a snack in my pockets for several weeks and could not figure out why everything I pulled out smelled odd." She's much more careful now. Picking everything up-- splitting it halfway with Roland, so they only have a few boxes of pie each to haul, she begins walking out of General Works slowly, musing the matter of priorities. "Yeah. I'm worried about that too. Angela's basically a target, and we don't know who's going to come and when. It's one thing for little Fixers to drop in one by one, as they have been, but Petra seems worried if the big ones show up, there'll be nothing we can do. Not even with Miss Rook here." That still stings to say.
Angela	Roland kind of IS like a dad or uncle. And he likes Audrey which makes him feel guiltier and guiltier the more he talks to her. Unlike most of the people in his life, she is more or less innocent--even with the dark side. Sometimes he wonders, if his kid had made it, if Angelica hadn't died, if his kid would've grown up to be a little bit like Audrey. Even Angelica wasn't any kind of magic faux-royalty but she always said nobody would mess with their kid because of their lineage. Is this what a Nest kid could've looked like if his service record didn't disqualify him? Money wasn't the issue. "Oh don't worry. I'd never give them that kind of ammo." Roland promises. "Between you and that school I know what I'd pick." He smiles despite everything. He is probably going to have to fake being weaker even with the pockets, build up to his skill level... "Yeah I'll drop them off after we make Hod's day, how 'bout that?" Roland suggests, finishing up his slice and hefting up the boxes for everyone else...including Hod! ''Angela's basically a target ... if the big ones show up.'' "Yeah if a Color showed up we might not be able to protect her..." Roland says. Internally though... 'Yeah right! She ripped off my limbs before I could do anything! She's stronger and scarier than she looks! Ugh...I thought I was gonna die for sure oblivious to everything I only survived because I lucked out...' "But the bigger issue might be volume of targets than any one warrior. We are vastly outnumbered by City Fixers who'd be all too happy--or compelled--to take a job here. They probably already have Seven Association looking into it."
Audrey Basque	Audrey has a very mild giggling fit at something Roland says. Or something it reminds her of, perhaps, overhanged by a shadow of guilt. "You should ask Petra how picking a student over the school goes, sometime. She's got a story or three to tell. I think you'd be less bulliable than her, though." Then again, he's kind of a sweetheart. How did a man like that make it to the top of the Fixer ladder to begin with? The City couldn't possibly have an underside so kind as to let someone let that make it that far, does it? Wisely, Audrey decides to use the elevator rather than brave the stairs to spread the pies about. Less risk! Less stairs. "Apparently Petra is working alongside one of the Colors. Something about luring people the City could do without here to harvest their Light, rather than blindly... well, killing, I guess it's just killing." That, too, still stings the tongue to say a bit. Probably not as much as it should. "What did she call them... Blue, it was Blue. Reverberation?" Something like that. "So, at least one of them is on our side. I think. The Black Silence is... still out there, though. Come to think of it, they haven't come up since then. Oh! But soon we'll have Gebura up! She's basically a Color, right?" That's the impression she got. "And then there's... all the people from the Concord who'd come defend the Library in a heartbeat. We'd just have to hold the line long enough for them to get here, if it got too bad. Think we can manage that, Roland?" She's trying to be optimistic. Or at least more than Petra had been when they talked about this exact thing.
Angela	Roland is a little worried about asking but he ultimately says, "Sure I'll ask her about it." But unfortunately Audrey didn't say anything about asking her in private so there's even odds he'll do that or just ask over the Concord band which Angela more or less lets him hang around these days. Roland, of course, never claimed to be top of the ladder--he in fact calls himself at the bottom of the ladder at Grade 9, albeit one that used to be a higher grade. But at the same time White revealed he certainly had greater skill than he suggested--maybe he prefers the low profile because if he were high profile he wouldn't be able to be a sweetie at all. Or maybe he isn't actually a sweetie in the first place. Maybe he's just feigning comradery with everyone because he has a goal that is best suited to not revealing his hostility. Maybe it's less feigned each passing day because somehow the endless quiet loneliness seems to abate when he banters away with them, even Angela He steps into the elevator. He's not good at hiding his exxpression. He never has been. He gets a capital S Sinking feeling when Audrey indicates that Petra has been working with a Color. He knows who it has to be but he hopes he's wrong and he turns his body to face the rear wall of the elevator so his anger and unease at learning this isn't caught up by Audrey. What does that freak want with Petra? Why is HE helping Petra and Angela? Does he know something he doesn't know? What is he planning? Revenge? It's his revenge to take, but his instinct is telling him that revenge is the furthest thing from Argalia's mind. He was a guy who despised bloodied gloves... ...But that didn't stop him from leaving one hell of a body count. "...Gebura?" The name is not familiar to him exactly. He thinks he heard it before but forgets the context. "Blue Reverberation... And the Black Silence. You sure got involved with some scary individuals." Keep your cool, Roland. 'Roland' wouldn't be able to warn them. Your identity wouldn't know what to say except in the most general terms. Don't blow your cover or you won't be walking out of here and you certainly won't be getting your vengeance. The Concord. Roland imagines they'd pick Angela over him, for sure, but it doesn't really matter what happens to him post his revenge anyway. If he moves quick it won't really matter how many Concord friends there are. ...Assuming Angela even is the target he's looking for. He's still not sure. It could bne Petra. It could be neither. He can't target the dead but if it's only living byproducts remaining, people who only tangentially had anything to do with the Pianist, what could he do? " Audrey is waiting for an answer. "I won't be shedding any tears for anyone who tries to invade this place." Roland says, honestly. "Most of my connections to that world are already burned. But we make a good team, you know? I'm sure even in the worst case scenario we'd be able to hang on for a long while." He manages to smile again and turns back to face Audrey as he says that. If he does make a move, how does he keep it from reaching the kid, he wonders. He knows she doesn't deserve it. She's just helping a friend. That's all. Helping a friend. "Kinda looking forward to seeing Hod lose her shit over getting pie though." He says, trying to lure the topic into safer territory.
Audrey Basque	Audrey doesn't pick up on anything being off; she couldn't, not with a good mood and an armful of pies and forks and knives and plates and-- "Yeah, Gebura! One of the Sephirah. Ah, what did Petra call her... Red... Red..." She can't quite recall. It was like, one time! "Well, anyway, she's the Red something or another. Apparently really, really strong. Angela hasn't brought her back yet, I think there's concern that she was the most violent. I couldn't tell you for sure, since I wasn't there." At the notion she's gotten involved with some scary people though, she laughs nervously. "Ha... yes, I suppose I have, haven't I. Though, I've met neither of them. Blue, it's just Petra. Black... I was there when they faced Miss Rook down, but it's not like I got to talk to them or anything. I was kind of... dealing with something at that moment, anyway." Tumbling out of Lilian's closet, specifically. "I guess I won't shed tears, either, but... I don't look forward to claiming my first life. Inevitable, I think, but I don't look forward to it. If it's between me and someone else, I'm not going to choose someone else." She'd thought about it a lot. The millions of ways she could kill, easily, if she wanted to. Bending, and crushing, and splitting apart and smearing and burning and rending and... none of it pretty. "Oh I do so hope Hod enjoys this!" she comments, switching track completely. The elevator stops, and Audrey gleefully escapes its confines to singsong a bit. "Hoooood~? Are you here?"
Angela	Red... Red... Roland knows of two Reds. The Red Mist, and her replacement--the Red Gaze. And there's only one it could be but-- Was that really true in the video? Did the Red Mist fight here after all? ... And is working with ... Angela? Or against Angela? For some reason? Or will be? "...Oh...right.. from the video." Roland murmurs. "...Angela hasn't...brought her back yet... Guess Hod was higher priority...?" He frowns. "No wait--makes sense. She's too strong so..." Audrey doesn't look forward to claiming her first life. Roland is WILLING to kill everyone so Audrey doesn't have to, but can he? "Well--... I'll 'claim' them for you as long as I can." Roland says. "Don't want you feeling like you HAVE to--" ''HooooD~? Are you here?'' Hod's antenna is poking out from behind a large pile of books. Hod peeks around it and sees Audrey and she immediately smiles! "Audrey!! I didn't realize you were back already! How are you, today? Gosh, Roland, you really worked up a sweat..." Roland laughs awkwardly.
Audrey Basque	"I'm not sure how Angela decided. I-I mean, if I had to guess, she's saving her for last because of the danger, but... I couldn't say." It made sense though. Save the worst for last. As for killing... "If I must, I must. That's what I signed up for. But thanks." Hod finally appearing gives Audrey her full smile back, and she warmly greets her. "Hod! Hello~. I'm good! You?" She motions her head towards the boxes of pie. "Ah, these are... I never thanked you, for all the help with the Tree of Light, and Carmen's notes, and... well, that. So I brought pie! There's some for everyone, but I was advised you might enjoy lemon pie the most, so there's more of those."
Angela	It's possible, Roland thinks, that it's just a matter of saving someone dangerous for last. But if that's the case ... why wake her at all? ... Maybe he could just ask her, he guesses, when she is awake. "Well--" Roland begins but Hod appears, interrupting him! "I'm doing--pretty good! I'm hoping I can actually do an excursion outside myself soon ... I want to do something fun with Petra and--well, we didn't know you when we made the plans but I wouldn't mind if you came along too if she doesn't--" Her head cocks to the side. "Oh...?... Oh! It worked out, right? and--" Hod sees all the pie. "It seems like you brought a lot of pie over... I haven't had lemon pie in ages, I wonder if my tastebuds will still like it." She smiles. "I can see from the crumbs on Roland's cheeks her already had one? Do you want to try them together? Or are you already full?" Roland surreptitiously rubs at his face with his hand.
Audrey Basque	"Oh! Please, it's alright, if you have private plans, you have private plans. I'm hardly required to be there for everything," Audrey says, trying to reassure Hod. "It did! Angela can leave now... as long as Petra's with her, and not for more than a few hours, so far. But that's already a huge improvement! So... officially, thank you for all your help!" She felt bad about forgetting. "Oh, I'm glad you enjoy it, it was a bit of a gamble which flavor you'd like best!" Everything's well that ends well after all. "Mhm, he had some of the pecan pie. I didn't have any yet, so I'd love to have a slice to taste with you!" This is much more her speed, rather than discussing, oh, say, KILLING. "Ah, though, I do have to go in a bit, I have class to get back to. Can I trust you to make sure everyone knows there's pie?" Asked of Roland, just as much as Hod.
Angela	"Oh--alright! Well--... we probably do have some things to talk about privately," Hod admits, but her cheeks pinken a little at the words of gratitude. She stammers and fidgets a little, wiggling her fingers together bashfully. "So... I did good, huh? ... Yeah--I'm glad! I'm really glad it worked out--!" She smiles bigly. "I'm glad the presentation went really well and--a few hours.. I bet she'll be hoping for a few days, so don't give up, Audrey...!" She might feel a little more awkward as the ''cost'' of allowing Angela to leave becomes more apparent but right now--it's good news. Her friends are happy so--she should be happy right? Malkuth seems to have accepted the situation even if she grumbles a bit about it now and then, and Netzach definitely has... "Don't worry, I'm not stealing your lemon pie. Have at, Hod.#-1 FUNCTION (ANSSI) NOT FOUND Roland quips back. He doesn't bring up MURDERS again but then-- ''Can I trust you to make sure everyone knows ther'es pie?'' "--Oh, yeah, I've got my breath back so I'll handle it." Roland says. "Good luck with school--we'll be right heere whenever you're able to make it back again."