[She'll eventually either tire of offering him a hand up every time he falls, or he'll eventually tell her to quit it, but once is fine. She's trying to help, and he appreciates the good intentions, so he briefly takes her hand for the moment it does him any good. But his other hand against the wall of the corridor is probably the more useful, really.
Somewhere in the last few minutes he lost his cigarette, and it can't have gone far. Probably should pick that up. He glances one way down the corridor, then the other, as he answers.]
Yeah. Since... What was it, June? Showed up to a pretty empty station, just a handful of us back then.
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Somewhere in the last few minutes he lost his cigarette, and it can't have gone far. Probably should pick that up. He glances one way down the corridor, then the other, as he answers.]
Yeah. Since... What was it, June? Showed up to a pretty empty station, just a handful of us back then.