[He leaned back into the wall with her shove, watching her give away a bunch of stuff in her cussing rant at him. He let her have it though, seeing no point in interrupting at this point.]
Is that what you're worried about, Jones? I'll try to be your friend and then go off to my frozen box again or just die?
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Is that what you're worried about, Jones? I'll try to be your friend and then go off to my frozen box again or just die?