[Kay puts down the headphones and reaches for the odd walkie-talkie next, placing it close to her ear like a phone.]
Mr. Erickson, do you copy? Over. Kssst. [A pause as she picks up one of the sheets of paper from the third desk and reads through it. Dissatisfied, she lets it fall back onto the table.]
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[Kay puts down the headphones and reaches for the odd walkie-talkie next, placing it close to her ear like a phone.]
Mr. Erickson, do you copy? Over. Kssst. [A pause as she picks up one of the sheets of paper from the third desk and reads through it. Dissatisfied, she lets it fall back onto the table.]