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[From the moment's hesitation between when the mic clicks on and the speech begins, it's obvious that this individual isn't quite comfortable with the interface yet. Possibly because, despite the demonstration he received from the kedan, he's never encountered technology of this level before.]

If I understand correctly, this message will be accessible to all of you in this city. I apologize for the intrusion on your day.

[He sure does sound ridiculously stiff, even to his own ears. But really, how is one supposed to address an entire city population without any sort of proper introduction?]

I arrived quite recently, and I find myself in need of proper clothing before all else. My current garb is not appropriate for public wear. [Because there's a big hole through it. No blood, strangely, and the wound itself seems to be healed, but still. His coat, his waistcoat, and shirt are all torn. His cravat escaped, but he can hardly wear that and nothing else.] If anyone could provide guidance on where I might find appropriate garb, I would be very grateful. I believe I've been housed in the Water Sector, if that is relevant.

[This barely dips past the surface of his many questions, but enough for today.]

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Hah! [ So there. He's right. ] Innit funny, then? That you're in the water district?

[He is, at that.]

I suppose it is a tad ironic, yes.

Ironic?

Just a bit overly particular.

I think it's funny, Monsieur.

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Yes, but you are what my father would have called a rapscallion.

[Actually, Lawrence would have used much stronger language. But James finds it funny, too.

Ironically.]

[ Rapscallion? Gavroche knits his brows together. Rapscallion, what an odd name! ] Huh. No, I'm called a gamin. But you can call me Gavroche.

Can't you be both?

Gavroche, then. Admiral Norrington, at your service.

'Rapscallion' sounds pretty good. I'll let ya call me that, if y'want, Norrington.

Admiral Norrington.

[Cheeky devil-child.]

Monsieur Norrington. [ I noticed that correction and I won't hear it.. ]

[Eyeroll. At least that's better. Hellion.]

Why you so interested in a title? Not like it means nuffin.

It means a great deal, unless I let it become nothing.

Huh. [ Yeah, Gavroche can get behind this. ]

Alright, then I'll call ya Admiral. [ There! ] So you can get a puffed up chest like the inspectors, yeah? [ Grin. ]

Thank you, Gavroche.

[Wait, what?]

I beg your pardon?

Nothin'~ You're just callin' yourself Admiral.

It is the culmination of many years' hard work. I have every right to be proud.

[Is he? Is he, though? Don't make him think to hard about this, Gavroche!]

Mmm-hmm. I guessif it means a lot to you, you're okay. [ Not that Gavroche can understand that. Like... At all. ] It's just words, though, really.

It is not just words, Gavroche. It is a sense of self.

[ IT'S NOT A NAME IT'S A LIFESTYLE ] What sense a' self would it be, then?

[I DIDN'T CHOOSE THE ~~THUG~~ ADMIRAL LIFE, THE ~~THUG~~ ADMIRAL LIFE CHOSE ME.]

Didn't you take great pride yourself in telling me you were a gamin?

Well, 'course I did. Y'gotta be proud of who you are.

Yes. Exactly so.

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