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A synthesized woman's voice picks up the call.

"Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system. Two - Zero - Two - Nine - One - Eight - Two - One - Three - Two -- is not available now. At the tone, please record your message. When you've finished recording, you may hang up or press the # key for more options."

Dimitri hasn't figured out how to customize the thing yet.

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[prince_of_beasts]

"I expected him to be more ready for violence. He told me that César wasn't 'supposed to die', but honestly, I didn't believe him. But he only lashed out when I tried to stop him from fleeing. He acted like a child ... I don't know how much of that was façade, but he did seem genuinely panicked."

Dimitri takes a seat on one of the infirmary cots, offering his arm. The antiseptic sting draws out a sharp breath, but he doesn't move. He's got experience.

"It wasn't entirely unproductive. He claimed to be a former passenger. And he told me there are others -- I'd suspected, but the confirmation is helpful. He didn't say how many, or who they might be." Dimitri releases his breath. "And ... when I said that Rich's family should deal with him, he said ... 'They're my family too, and I won't let you come between us.'" He gives Watson a worried look. "Be careful. I don't know what he wants with you, but it sounded like you and Mr Summers may be targeted next."

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"A former passenger?"

Well, the ghosts are acting odd. This is a level of odd he hasn't been prepared for, to be sure. Watson dabs gently at Dimitri's wound, frowning thoughtfully. "If he thinks of us as his family, well. I can hardly claim to find that flattering, under the circumstances. Honestly, panic is something we can work with. Panic is a very long way away from genuine menace."

He's silent in his work for a moment, turning this over in his head. "That there are others, though. That's very worrying, indeed."