[Richie goes quiet. Not quite avoiding her gaze, but clearly fighting the urge to.]
...Well. We weren't put there to party, I'll tell you that much. [He swallows thickly. Partly to steel himself but also to soothe his raw throat. The seawater was unkind to him.] We were...paid to slay a demon.
[Money. All for money, no questions asked. It makes his belly roll like the barrel of a laundry machine, a constant and queasy tumble.]
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...Well. We weren't put there to party, I'll tell you that much. [He swallows thickly. Partly to steel himself but also to soothe his raw throat. The seawater was unkind to him.] We were...paid to slay a demon.
[Money. All for money, no questions asked. It makes his belly roll like the barrel of a laundry machine, a constant and queasy tumble.]