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“Pfft, don’t ask me for a job. I don’t work at the place. Distraught has lodging, showers, food, whatever. They’ll take you in. And yes, I do have a logo. Spiffy, no?”

Quixote arches an eyebrow.

“Oh, right, the address for the Pharmaceuticals. Um. I don’t have it on me. I’m sure someone at Distraught knows it. Just head there, and spend the night. The morning’s sure to be a better time for all of this. I’ve got to get going.”

He stands there, staring at Gil.

“Anything you want to add, buddy?”