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“Okay.” The Bear said, handing the attendant her satchel of research notes, an acacia violin, a box of ammunition, a pickaxe, and a few guns. She then took her sweatshirt off, wearing a kind of Kevlar tank top mixed with a plate carrier underneath it (although she took all the plates out earlier), and handed it to the attendant. “I’m guessing we jump down?” She observed, looking down into the pit. This’d be a great place to have an existential crisis in.