[Welcome to his awful abode, Raskolnikov. As stated previously, it's a whole ass mess in here. Numbers silently watches the man enter the house before closing the door behind him.
Numbers doesn't move from his position in front of the door, standing at attention with his hands tucked into his pockets. He regards Raskolnikov with a watchful eye, then carefully tilts his head to the side.]
I saw you in the fallout bunker, didn't I? Last month. The law student?
[The question feels rhetorical, laying the groundwork for future questioning. He sounds casual enough as he speaks.]
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Numbers doesn't move from his position in front of the door, standing at attention with his hands tucked into his pockets. He regards Raskolnikov with a watchful eye, then carefully tilts his head to the side.]
I saw you in the fallout bunker, didn't I? Last month. The law student?
[The question feels rhetorical, laying the groundwork for future questioning. He sounds casual enough as he speaks.]