[ Steve mutters Fine, fine, setting his drink down. He really hopes a car doesn't appear ... and he has a feeling it won't. Steve holds out his hand and says dismally, ]
Axe.
[ An axe does not appear, which is unsurprising, but there's a sharp hiss and something pops into existence in his hand as he winces, the sharp scent of ozone in the space around them. He brings the object in to have a look, confusion marring his brow. ]
It's a photo of a woman. Do you know her?
[ It's a pretty woman in a white dress on a beach. ]
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Axe.
[ An axe does not appear, which is unsurprising, but there's a sharp hiss and something pops into existence in his hand as he winces, the sharp scent of ozone in the space around them. He brings the object in to have a look, confusion marring his brow. ]
It's a photo of a woman. Do you know her?
[ It's a pretty woman in a white dress on a beach. ]