[She'll text him asking for an address, and turn up as promptly as anybody could having to go through one of the teleporters: a rangy woman on the tall side with long, greasy brown hair and thick glasses. They're going to cut off his arm, but Hange smiles like she does this shit every day.]
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[She'll text him asking for an address, and turn up as promptly as anybody could having to go through one of the teleporters: a rangy woman on the tall side with long, greasy brown hair and thick glasses. They're going to cut off his arm, but Hange smiles like she does this shit every day.]
Are you ready?