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Gurathin is complete shit at not looking suspicious. He had one job: (a) meet his friends for the mid-day meal break and (b) don't be totally fucking obvious about what's happening. Okay, that's technically two jobs, but it still shouldn't have been so hard.
Which, coincidentally, is also what he's struggling with.
I watch through the drone cameras as Gurathin repeatedly shifts in his chair, loses track of the conversation, and ignores his food. After 5.6 minutes, I get a feed message from Ratthi.
Did we accidentally schedule lunch on Cock Cage Thursday again?
I ping back an acknowledgement.