[Oh shit, this is sounding a lot like a test. A test he didn't study for, more specifically. He scrabbles for a scrap piece of paper, repeating the information as he jots it down.]
1, 3, 11, Flame building. Got it. I’ll be right there. [He studies what he has written for a moment, thinking he has an idea of on which door he should be knocking.] Just give me a minute.
no subject
1, 3, 11, Flame building. Got it. I’ll be right there. [He studies what he has written for a moment, thinking he has an idea of on which door he should be knocking.] Just give me a minute.