[There's an equally wet woman glancing at you, Tony. It's not every day you see a man in a metal suit talking to himself after you've been kidnapped. Her arms are folding across her chest (white tank tops and water do not mix well), wet curls clinging to her as she tries to work out if it's worth talking to what is likely a hallucination. Clearly she's been drugged if she's seeing this.]
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... Who are you?