Grandmama: What what did you say?
NS: Oh well sometimes when I'm nervous I talk a little bit to myself. Illya come in.
IK: Yes Napoleon. How's your burgeoning romance?
NS: It threatens to burgeon too far.
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NS: Illya's a volunteer he knows the risks but not that girl.
AW: Are you an operative in this organisation, Mr Solo? If not may I have your credentials please.
NS: I'm sorry sir. I'll get some coffee.
AW: We'll demolish that Island within sixteen hours Mr Solo, and I give you my word there won't be a living thing left on it. So you won't have time for coffee if you intend to get there in time to do anything for those two young people.
NS: Thank you sir.
AW: Alexander Waverly, sentimental Grandmother of the year.
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NS: Hi.
IK: Hi there. Oh you know I'm getting tired of violence.
NS: Your uniform I thought...
IK: So did I.
