[Bloody saints above, what is that sound? Jack has never heard a drill before. He doesn't recognize the man's voice, but it's clear that torture and death are being broadcasted and that is crossing a very black line that he had never expected to see in this squeaky-clean world of metal and mechanization. The woman is dead. It seems clear enough, and there's nothing he can do for her. But the bloke?]
.....'Allo? [He whispers this.] You still there, mate?
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.....'Allo? [He whispers this.] You still there, mate?