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The brig is currently overseen by a couple of Vanguard grunts in atmosphere suits. The only prisoner, at the moment, is in a cell monitored by a doctor and a nurse.
“Have you tried the ZMapp monocolonal antibody? Small interfering RNA? Phosphorodiamidate morpholino oligomers? I, ah, had also suggested perhaps an application of clomiphine? I realize these may not have been approved by your drug administration, but perhaps you could gain a loophole via the compassionate use expanded access program?” Kinako turns an exhausted, long-suffering look towards Maurice before making her entreaty to the doctor. It seems to be either something she has said several times previously, or -rehearsed- several times.
“You speakin that there Chy-nese? Maurice directs at Kinako. “Because none of that there was in ‘Murican.” He adds with a frown. “Lucky for you I happen to be a umm that there expert ya need. Help if the lady was awake so I could ask her some questions. Anyone even try to run her Texas ID? Know a feller from my Texas Air Guard days might be able ta help.” He offers. “And since ya’ll in fancy git-ups… that mean we can smoke?” He indicates the hazmat suits.
“I would also prefer it if you would kindly not smoke; we are at present isolated from the outside air,” Kinako says, mildly. “Ah… I looked up the proper translation of the terms this morning, I apologize if I have got them wrong?” The doctor gets a low bow. “Arigatou, I thank you for your consideration.” Her gray doe eyes carry an expression of quiet unease, almost as though she is entirely uncertain as to whether her words have found any purchase. She and Maurice are just inside the brig, where there are some guards in atmosphere suits and some medical staff outside the sealed-up cell of the allegedly Texan terrorist from the news.
Kinako looks away when Delilah speaks, going so far as to turn around and lean silently against the doorframe.
Kinako continues whatever silent protest she started when Delilah awakened. She is holding her datapad to her scrubs-clad chest, looking exhaustedly grim. Everyone is presently in the general area of the brig. The alleged Texan Terrorist is isolated in a sealed cell surrounded by hazmat-suited staff. Maurice is outside the cell, and appears to be speaking with Delilah. Kinako is near the outer doorway to the brig. Cronus is also outside the cell.
Cecilia steps out of the Apollo Lounge, hand grasping a plastic glass. Seein the comotion outside of the brig she strolls in that direction.
Kinako leans against the door frame, closing her eyes. “Anata no tsugi no seikatsu no naka de yasashi-sa to jihi o manabu koto ga arimasu. (May you learn kindness and mercy in your next life.)” She runs her fingers across the sleeve of her scrubs; there is the soft clack, clack of prayer beads striking each other under the sealed fabric. “Gyatei Gyatei Haragyatei Haraso-gyatei Boji Sowaka,” she murmurs, quietly and rhythmically.
Cecilia looks over at Maurice as he approaches, “Friend of yours?” she questions Cronus.
“No ma’am.” Maurice offers in Cecilia’s direction. “Ya do what ya do? Simple enough I reckon. Supposin a man has a right ta be tight lipped.” The Texan adds towards Cronus.
“Ah, spread what word, Mister Maurice-sir?” Kinako says, continuing her walk towards the Promenade but keeping her pace politely conversation-friendly. “Konbanwa, good evening, Miss.” Cecilia gets a small half-bow. She blinks at Cronus, not seeming to comprehend the current nature of his conversation with Maurice.
“Makes sense if ya want a whole lotta folks pissed at Texas.” Maurice replies, his lips pressing together in dismay. “Hmm, another flyboy? Tell ya, the job market aint at its best right now.” He adds towards Cronus.
Maurice tips his hat towards Kinako and Celicia. “In that case, evenin’ ma’ams.” He says to the pair before he saunters over towards the Apollo lounge.

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The total number of "t"s in that passage is 234.
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