[The voice just gets worse. Whatever he did, he's clearly pleased with himself. He retrieves something and tosses his bag back under the desk, his back still to Carolina to block her view.]
Why does everyone always think I've done something, huh? I'm a good guy, wouldn't hurt a fly. Is it the infiltration thing? You know it's not necessarily sinister...
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[The voice just gets worse. Whatever he did, he's clearly pleased with himself. He retrieves something and tosses his bag back under the desk, his back still to Carolina to block her view.]
Why does everyone always think I've done something, huh? I'm a good guy, wouldn't hurt a fly. Is it the infiltration thing? You know it's not necessarily sinister...