[the sound of distant thunder rumbles]
Amelia Wren:
Are we still sure this weather will hold... because my instinct is telling me
James Glaisher:
[interrupting]
Your instinct has no place in weather prediction.
Amelia Wren:
You're lying to me.
James Glaisher:
Every reading that I took this morning was quite clear, Miss Wren.
Amelia Wren:
There are no advantages to concealing concerns for we are trapped here no matter what you say.
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