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Helena: “Oh, um, s-sorry.”
Ulrike: “Unless you want to be flattened like a pancake beneath hundreds of pounds of rare books. Then, by all means, be my guest.”
Ulrike: “Hey, you! What’s your fucking deal, little girl?”
Helena: [startles violently] “Are - are you talking to… me?”