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[just giving him the flattest look.]

What does that even mean?

[she has never heard of musical chairs, either.]

How in the world should I know?!

[THESE THINGS JUST HAPPEN.]

[she shrugs her shoulders.]

What nonsense. Well...I suppose at least we know we ought to check the lobby.

So we do. Depending on what we learn, I suppose we may keep the incident in mind as well, but I've no idea currently of what it may mean.

Chairs may have been involved somehow, or perhaps not. One never knows.

[she's exhausted.]

I would quite like it if these places would stop making jokes at the expense of murder.

[he is also so tired of this.]

It is not especially funny or charming...

Nor are the majority of us, I suppose, so mayhap this is the cause.

Well. Nonetheless, it is helpful.