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[Thankfully, Otto holds his alcohol very well, so he's not going to hit the wobbly slurring stage any time soon. In fact, he probably won't hit it at all. He's just a little more numb, which is nice, really. It softens the voices somewhat, making everything more bearable. Having never actually met Luca in person before, he has no idea who he's facing, nor is he inclined to be his usual jerk self about it.]

I'm talking to one of my assistants.

[He gestures towards the tentacle with his free hand. Flo, in turn, sets the bottle back down on the wall and opens its maw, red light within piercing the shadows of the early evening.]