[ Neal's been mugged before. You live your life wandering quasi-homelessly in New York City, you're bound to get mugged at least once or twice in your life. He never been mugged in a hotel before, though, definitely not in a possible-afterlife hotel by what sounds like an angry Portuguese woman.
His hands come up automatically like one does when there's a gun to their back, head jerking backward to try and relieve some of the pressure off of his larynx. ]
I don't understand- hold on, I don't understand what you're saying-
[ He throws out, enunciating clearly, voice raising a couple octaves because if he's going to get re-murdered for not following directions, he wants to make it abundantly clear it's because he doesn't understand those directions. ]
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His hands come up automatically like one does when there's a gun to their back, head jerking backward to try and relieve some of the pressure off of his larynx. ]
I don't understand- hold on, I don't understand what you're saying-
[ He throws out, enunciating clearly, voice raising a couple octaves because if he's going to get re-murdered for not following directions, he wants to make it abundantly clear it's because he doesn't understand those directions. ]