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(Noc stands on a slope of rubble, slightly below the barracks)

NOC: Well. Nowhere to flee to now, I guess.

SPONDULE: (just able to reach the bottom of the window, his head poking through) O, right you are, Contractor. Navichet, though--the other one--she’s not in here.

CONSCRIPT 1: (standing, angry) Away from the window.

NOC: Where is she?

SPONDULE: Well, I mean-- I’m not gonna tell you. (He is pulled down from the window from within the barracks) Huk