Marcus:
Tanis, you seem anxious. Why do you flee at the very sight of me?
[Sits in a chair calmly]
Marcus:
Please, sit. There's no need for this to be unpleasant. I've always rather enjoyed your company.
[Tanis glances at his guns and ultraviolet ammunition, obviously contemplating making a grab for one. Marcus notices this]
Marcus:
Now you're being rude.
Tanis:
Sorry.
[sits nervously]
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