[South looks at the flowers, then up at Lucrezia. It was more accurate than she could know.]
Yeah, that'll ... that'll work. [She hunches slightly more into herself, and takes a final drag from her cigarette before dropping it and stomping it out on the ground.]
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Yeah, that'll ... that'll work. [She hunches slightly more into herself, and takes a final drag from her cigarette before dropping it and stomping it out on the ground.]