[That other person is a petite young woman in a matching jumpsuit, currently trying to open one of the locked doors through sheer will. When she sees Anderson, her eyes widen momentarily in relief.]
Yeah, I'm fine. [It's rushed, an afterthought.] Hey, do you have a hair pin? Any kind of pin?
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Yeah, I'm fine. [It's rushed, an afterthought.] Hey, do you have a hair pin? Any kind of pin?