Well, he has his moments. [ She cracks a smile, glancing at the shelf rather than Jesse. Her pace is slow, slower than she's comfortable with, really, but she doesn't want to walk too fast. She'd felt... sick, in some way, since arriving here. Her head was always aching in some way. Maybe it was something in the water, or the air. ]
But he manages to blow Walt and I away sometimes, too.
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But he manages to blow Walt and I away sometimes, too.