[Like clockwork. Kim's expression remains carefully neutral, watching Nacho cycle through faces with a flexibility she's simply never bothered to muster. Finally, she shakes her head and looks off to the side, a ghost of a smile on her mouth. A shred of humour.]
Kim's fine, Nacho.
I get it. More colourful than I remember from the 80s, though.
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Kim's fine, Nacho.
I get it. More colourful than I remember from the 80s, though.