Notkin's bulky, grey suit greets the camera, seated upright in an uncomfortably straight posture. His arms are folded over eachother, hugged against his chest rather tightly.
"... Mentioned, repairs. Never knew vessel dock, or moor. Where..? Could use work, no pay needed. Friends, looking out for friends."
He shifts, awkwardly in his seat, before continuing. His voice pitches up slightly, adding an undertone of pressure to his next statement.
"Could use... Small. Need, fits better. B-boring, very."
"... Please?"
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