[Oh yeah. He could be going somewhere. Frank straightens his legs and plants his feet on the ground. Slowly, methodically because he's feeling even more dizzy and his brain swimming in the space of his skull, he stands.]
Outta here.
[Standing isn't going to alarm anyone. He braces his hands on the table, the texture of the puzzle pieces on his palms is weird.]
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Outta here.
[Standing isn't going to alarm anyone. He braces his hands on the table, the texture of the puzzle pieces on his palms is weird.]
I--I can't be here. Not like this. Nope.