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[The recorder clicks on. Maria's voice is rather weak; she's shaken by the recent turn of events, and with the latest switch, she's physically weaker without her spiffy powers of alteration. Fortunately the charisma's still there, but she'll have to snap out of things first before she could get working again.]
I feel like I'm going to be sick.
Come on, Maria. You've faced worse than this before. Do something.
I feel like I'm going to be sick.
Come on, Maria. You've faced worse than this before. Do something.
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