Orlando/Dialogue

==XPD_Dialogue_Orlando==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	I can't imagine there's anything of interest to you there, dear, but you may ask. 	
 	 	 	Positively delighted! They are naturally quite understanding that the demand for luxury golf resorts is currently well under supply. 	
 	 	 	When the Responders came knocking, they were enthusiastically prepared to support the effort and make good use of the space in the meantime! 	
 	 	 	You did not hear this from me, but I'd go so far as to say they were tickled pink to be able to help! 	
 	 	 	A pleasure to make your acquaintance. You may call me Orlando. 	
 	 	 	I represent the Management of the Whitespring Resort, and act as something of a liaison between them and the Responders. 	
 	 	 	You should direct any questions about the operations of the Refuge to the Responders themselves. 	
 	 	 	But, if you require anything of the Whitespring itself, I would be delighted to assist you...in any way I can. 	
 	 	 	Perfectly understandable! I have a veritable panoply of answers. Perhaps we can make them connect? 	
 	 	 	There is very little I am permitted to speak about, but ask away, dear. 	
 	 	 	I'm afraid you may wish to ask the lovely Rucker those questions, darling, but I shall do my best. 	
 	 	 	Me, dear? Would you really want to dispel all the mystery? What is it you wish to know? 	
 	 	 	Certainly! What do you require? 	
 	 	 	But of course, darling. 	
 	 	 	Do I have an admirer? Flattery will get you everywhere, darling. 	
 	 	 	That being said, there is little to tell, really. I am the Whitespring Management's liaison to the Responders' Refuge. 	
 	 	 	It's a role I quite enjoy. It pleases me when I can be of service to others. 	
 	 	 	Yes, of course! The owners of the Whitespring are, fortunately, very much alive, although regrettably not able to be present. 	
 	 	 	In their stead, they have elected to send their humble servant to oversee things here until such time as regular operations can resume. 	
 	 	 	That is to say, of course, myself. 	
 	 	 	Believe me, I shall be counting the minutes, dear. Come back safely. 	
 	 	 	Darling, I wish you would not press on this issue. I value our burgeoning friendship, but you place me in an awkward position. 	
 	 	 	Oh, that disappointed look on your face. You do know how to weaken my resolve. What can I say? Hmmm... 	
 	 	 	It would be terrible if I were to betray one trust to secure yours. You wouldn't want that for your Orlando, would you? 	
 	 	 	I can tell you this: they are believers in the American Dream. One they wish to see restored. The Refuge is a small step on that path. 	
 	 	 	My dear, nothing would bring me more joy than to answer your questions. Your suspicions wound me. 	
 	 	 	However, my employer values their privacy as highly as they value the fine work the Responders are doing here. 	
 	 	 	Suffice it to say they are the owners of the Whitespring, as I believe I've mentioned. 	
 	 	 	What a delightful man! I find him very refreshing, actually. An inventor and freedom-fighter, all in one! 	
 	 	 	A number of our refugee guests hail from the Pitt, but Mr. Roerich is quite the character, and always willing to chat. 	
 	 	 	I do enjoy meeting new people. The perspectives of others are invaluable, don't you think, darling? 	
 	 	 	Oh, a bit of this, a bit of that. Whatever they require. As you might imagine, the state of things prevents them from much travel. 	
 	 	 	I go where they need me to go and see to what affairs they see fit. In this case, the Whitespring itself and the Refuge. 	
 	 	 	Think of me as a concierge, my dear. I'm here to improve your experience in whatever way you require. 	
 	 	 	Of course, darling. Whatever you like. 	
 	 	 	Whatever you like, darling. I'm here to help. 	
 	 	 	My role as liaison is to facilitate the needs of the Responders and our guests and speak for the interests of Management. 	
 	 	 	That sounds terribly formal, I know, but in practical terms it means I do what I can to keep the Whitespring livable and support the Refuge. 	
 	 	 	I oversee the robotic staff to attend to the former, and in the latter case, I arrange for the disbursement of resources from Management. 	
 	 	 	Food, medicine, materials. Management has considerable resources, which they are happy to donate. I handle those arrangements. 	
 	 	 	What a terrible thing to call a friend's work, darling. "Lackey"! I'm doing something important, dear. I'd hoped you would see that. 	
 	 	 	There are people that need help, and in my work for Management I am able to help them. Not many can say the same! 	
 	 	 	Besides...what else would I be? I am useful. So many people lack a purpose or place. That should be enough. 	
 	 	 	I am at your disposal. 	
 	 	 	I don't understand what you mean, my dear. What is a MODUS? I've never heard of such a thing. No, darling. 	
 	 	 	Just Mr. Otis and the Whitespring Management. 	
 	 	 	Ms. Rucker is a lovely woman. Brave and sincere. Dedicated to her cause, I have no doubt. 	
 	 	 	We have a cordial working relationship, I think. I do my best to aid her on behalf of the Management. 	
 	 	 	I fear she does not entirely trust me, for some reason. We have fewer friendly conversations than I'd like. 	
 	 	 	Ms. Lennox is a skilled pilot, I'm told. I confess we've spoken little, as she spends all her time attending to the vertibird. 	
 	 	 	I do not get up to the roof as much as I might like - such lovely views - so we rarely cross paths. 	
 	 	 	I have rarely encountered such optimism, even among these fine Responders. 	
 	 	 	Ms. Wagoner's unusual childhood seems to have produced a happy, well-adjusted adult. We should all have been so lucky! 	
 	 	 	She is always friendly with me. It would be improper of me to have favorites among our guests, but if I did, she would be among them. 	
 	 	 	Such a warm woman, wouldn't you say? A true joy to have with us here at the Whitespring. 	
 	 	 	And she is so tireless in helping feed the poor people who come to the Refuge! Very admirable. 	
 	 	 	I daresay that were the Whitespring operating as a resort once again, she could be our head chef. 	
 	 	 	Now, darling, you can't imagine I would tell you a thing like that! 	
 	 	 	A less-trusting soul might think you were pumping me for information in the hopes of planning a heist! 	
 	 	 	Of course I know that's not why you ask, but you understand why I have to be rather secretive on the subject, don't you? 	
 	 	 	Let's just say Management wisely invested its wealth, when such things mattered, and are now well-equipped to be generous. 	
 	 	 	Cheeky! Are you asking if you can come back to my place? Tempting, but we're not there yet, darling. 	
 	 	 	I do have quarters within the Whitespring, since you ask. These are just my offices. 	
 	 	 	As for where my actual rooms are...well, that's something I take some pains to protect. 	
 	 	 	Management are not the only ones who value their privacy, and we have so many travelers passing through. 	
 	 	 	I believe the Responders have commandeered the kitchens to provide for those deprived souls coming to the Refuge. 	
 	 	 	However, the Whitespring's robotic waitstaff can no doubt provide you with light libations in the dining area. 	
 	 	 	You may wish to head downstairs to the merchant concourse and visit Marie and Antoine to sate your hunger. 	
 	 	 	Actually, no, they didn't. That's no fault of theirs, darling - nobody could have known the owners were still involved. 	
 	 	 	Management has monitored the property, of course, and there have been scavengers before, but the robotic staff sufficed. 	
 	 	 	Once aware the Responders were establishing a permanent presence, Management sent me to bestow their blessing and be their liaison. 	
 	 	 	Regrettably, the Whitespring itself is not equipped to provide full medical care at this time. I do apologize, darling. 	
 	 	 	And the Refuge clinic is reserved for the poor indigents arriving at its doors in dire straits. 	
 	 	 	If your needs are less immediate and severe, may I suggest a visit to The Chemist's in the downstairs concourse? 	
 	 	 	Doc Stanley has a variety of medicines available appropriate for personal use. 	
 	 	 	Oh, here and there, darling. I've been to lots of places before the Management asked me to take over here. 	
 	 	 	If you want to imagine a thrilling and intriguing story about my past, don't let me stop you, please. 	
 	 	 	Can't wait for my tell-all autobiography? I can't blame you; who knows when I'll find the time to write it. 	
 	 	 	How about just a little dark secret of mine to tide you over? I'm not from anywhere interesting, actually. Nothing remarkable about my origins at all!	
 	 	 	Disappointing, isn't it, dear? That's why I usually let people imagine their own version of things. Keeps them interested. 	
 	 	 	Not at all, dear. 	
 	 	 	A wonderful idea, of course! It can be a beacon of hope for the unfortunates of Appalachia. 	
 	 	 	And as I believe I mentioned, darling, the Management are very positive on the effort, and give it their full support. 	
 	 	 	But of course! The Whitespring is home to a number of robotic merchants in the concourse downstairs. 	
 	 	 	However, if you prefer a human touch with your shopping experience, may I recommend you speak with Giuseppe? 	
 	 	 	A charming man with a discerning eye. I have no doubt you shall get along famously, dear. 	
 	 	 	That's the kind of question I would normally sidestep, darling, but you've been such a help, I want to trust you. 	
 	 	 	I was in an...unpleasant situation, when others working for the Management found me. They took me in. 	
 	 	 	They - the Management, that is - were very kind to me. I believe I would have died without them. 	
 	 	 	When I was capable, I was happy to work for them. They didn't have to ask. I wanted to return the kindness they'd shown. 	
 	 	 	Not at all, my dear! 	
 	 	 	Working, after a fashion. You must understand, dear, the Management cannot travel as freely as most people can. 	
 	 	 	In their stead, I have wandered far and wide, seeing to their interests and being their eyes and ears - hands, too, as necessary. 	
 	 	 	It had its good moments. I enjoy meeting new people and much of the countryside is still beautiful, despite everything. 	
 	 	 	But to be honest, my darling, it was a relief to come here to do this. It's been too long since I could remain in one place for a while. 	
 	 	 	Promise me you won't get bored if I become a homebody. I'm getting used to a soft bed and clean clothes. 	
 	 	 	I am ready as ever to accommodate. 	
 	 	 	I do wish the Responders would tidy up a bit. Would it hurt to *respond* to the need to dust the place? 	
 	 	 	[whistling] 	nothing specific
 	 	 	I should check in with Giuseppe's stock; perhaps he's come across something interesting. 	
 	 	 	Honestly! The presence of custodial robots does not excuse tracking mud all over our floors. 	
 	 	 	Management will be pleased to hear of all the activity here. 	
 	 	 	Should I get another suit? Too ostentatious, perhaps. Still...appearances count. 	
 	 	 	[humming] 	tune of "I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire"
 	 	 	Ah, hello! Welcome to the Whitespring Resort! Delighted to see a new face! 	
 	 	 	Darling, wonderful to see you. Can I be of service? 	
 	 	 	Always a pleasure when you come to visit. How can the Whitespring help you today? 	
 	 	 	My dear, it warms my heart to know that you remain safe after such dangerous travels. What can we do for you? 	
 	 	 	Back so soon? I realize my company is electric, but the flattery is unnecessary...well, a bit more wouldn't hurt. 	
 	 	 	Lovely to see you once again! Was there something specific I can help you with, or are you just here for the repartee? 	
 	 	 	I confess I am only familiar with the Brotherhood by reputation, so I can't say if Mr. Ellison is an exemplar. 	
 	 	 	He's so inquisitive and good-natured, I find it difficult to think of him as part of any military organization, to be frank. 	
 	 	 	It's no secret they've sent him here to keep an eye on us, but I don't mind. The Whitespring has nothing to hide, darling. 	
 	 	 	Ah, our dear merchant and collector of the unusual! A charming man, don't you think, dear? 	
 	 	 	Of course, the Whitespring has its own shopping already, but Giuseppe does have a knack for untapped markets. 	
 	 	 	I'll be keeping an eye on his stock. You never know when he may find something new. 	
 	 	 	Hungry for gossip, are you, darling? About whom should we speak? 	
 	 	 	You're suggesting an ulterior motive? Have the travails of Appalachia so hardened your heart against the idea of altruism? 	
 	 	 	Darling, I know it is perhaps unfashionable in these times to be earnest and idealistic, but it really is that simple. 	
 	 	 	Management wishes to help because they believe in the value of the Refuge as a step to rebuilding civilization - as do I. 	
 	 	 	I would like to help even if they had not given me this task, and neither they nor I ask anything in return. 	
 	 	 	That may not satisfy your doubts, but it is the truth. 	
 	 	 	As much as I enjoy our chats and relish your company, you simply must let this go, darling. 	
 	 	 	I owe my life to Mr. Otis, and will not betray his trust or his judgment. I must be adamant. 	
 	 	 	Please, love, do not ask me this again. It would hurt me to think you do not respect my wishes. 	
 	 	 	What have I done to so earn your distrust, dear heart? I hoped you might consider me a friend by now. 	
 	 	 	Yes. Management is real. If it will restore some faith in me, perhaps I could divulge just the slightest detail without betraying anything... 	
 	 	 	I work directly for Mr. Otis, the Chairman. The very tip-top of the organization. A generous, if demanding boss. 	
 	 	 	Now, please, darling - don't pry further. I only tell you this much because I value our relationship. 	
 	 	 	I won't speak to their minds, my dear, but I will tell you what I believe, and I hope that will be sufficient answer. 	
 	 	 	America was meant to be a land of opportunity - a place where anyone could find a freedom to build a life worth living. 	
 	 	 	The Refuge is a first step to rebuilding a society bigger than any one settlement. To say: we are in this together! 	
 	 	 	Forgive me, darling. I do get a bit emotional on the subject. 	
 	 	 	So serious! I never meant to offend you, darling. I'm simply used to keeping my personal life quite private. 	
 	 	 	I've...traveled, extensively, in the past. It was safest to be wary among strangers, and I had little time for...meaningful connections. 	
 	 	 	I hope you'll forgive me. I would like to think we are friends, but I'm not prepared to bare everything. Just yet. 	
 	 	 	I don't mean to be coy, dear. My work is my life, as they say. It fills my time and fulfills me. There's nothing wrong with that, is there? 	
 	 	 	Besides, don't you find a bit of mystery all the more compelling? If I bared my soul and told you everything, I'm sure you'd be terribly bored. 	
 	 	 	If I remain an enigma, it might keep you coming back for more of these lovely chats. 	
 	 	 	I'll be delighted to explain what I can. 	
 	 	 	Oh my, how flattering. Yes, you have my permission, and I appreciate you asking for it. 	
==XPD_Hub_Responders==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Well, hello, darling! A pleasure to meet another guest of our fine establishment. I am Orlando, your host and Management liaison. 	
 	 	 	Welcome back, dear! Now, where were we? 	
 	 	 	Changed your mind, darling? Interested in helping the Responders after all? 	
 	 	 	Glad to see you reconsider, darling. 	
 	 	 	Hey, there. Don't think we've met. I'm Skippy, Skippy Roerich. Something I or the Union can do for you? 	
 	 	 	Really? I shouldn't like to brag, but I would think it quite remarkable if you mistook the Whitespring for something else! 	
 	 	 	There's no need to be embarrassed. The Refuge welcomes all, regardless of circumstance. 	
 	 	 	And as for the Whitespring itself, I am always delighted for us to receive new visitors, despite our diminished services. 	
 	 	 	But, if you must. I do hope you will return. 	
 	 	 	Not as such, dear. They have my wholehearted support, and that of the Whitespring Management, but no. 	
 	 	 	I am the Management liaison for the Whitespring, as I said, here to provide assistance to the Responders' Refuge efforts. 	
 	 	 	My primary duties, otherwise, are to the caretaking and oversight of the Whitespring itself. 	
 	 	 	Yes, I believe the originals had been. Quite a tragic tale. Such a noble endeavor! 	
 	 	 	Fortunately, their ideals and organization have been revived, and this Refuge is their new home! 	
 	 	 	If I may be totally honest with you, dear, I have heard others use the Responders name as well, to be fair. 	
 	 	 	But I think Appalachia could always use more people with such altruistic goals, so that's all right. I'm sure you agree. 	
 	 	 	Ah, perhaps you have not heard? The Whitespring is now home to the Refuge, a place of safety and care for all in need. 	
 	 	 	The Refuge is being run by the Responders, individuals committed to the well-being of their fellows. 	
 	 	 	They founded the Refuge in response to new waves of refugees coming to Appalachia - people in great need of help. 	
 	 	 	Food, medical care, clothing, a place to sleep - all of these are available for those who need them. 	
 	 	 	If you are here for leisure, I regret to inform you that our regular resort activities are temporarily unavailable. 	
 	 	 	However, if you are here for the Refuge and the fine work of the lovely Responders, I am delighted to welcome you on their behalf. 	
 	 	 	Are you here for the fine work of the Responders, or something else? 	
 	 	 	I believe we were discussing you earning some Ultracite Battery Cells from the Responders? 	
 	 	 	Hello again, darling! So wonderful to see you! 	
 	 	 	What a wonderful thing for you to ask, darling! I knew there was something special about you from the moment I saw you. 	
 	 	 	Do feel free to visit me at your leisure if you wish to chat. I have an office in the Management Wing; you can't miss it. 	
 	 	 	No need for such sour looks, darling. 	
 	 	 	If the gratification of having done good deeds for your fellow Appalachians is not enough, I'm sure there will be ample rewards. 	
 	 	 	When you're done, speak to Mr. Skippy Roerich. He's a representative of the Pitt Union staying with us in the Refuge. 	
 	 	 	No doubt he'll want to explain the situation in the Pitt before you depart. 	
 	 	 	Wonderful, my dear! I'm certain you will be a tremendous help to them and the Refuge. 	
 	 	 	When you are finished with each of them, I recommend you speak with Mr. Skippy Roerich, the Pitt Union representative. 	
 	 	 	I imagine he'll want to discuss the situation in the Pitt with you before you embark. 	
 	 	 	I'm so sorry to hear you say that, darling. Still, it must be your own decision, of course. 	
 	 	 	Should you change your mind, come find me. In the meanwhile, please make yourself at home! You are always welcome here. 	
 	 	 	In an ideal world, darling, I'm sure they would. Sadly, this is not that world, and any reticence on their part is understandable. 	
 	 	 	I don't want to speak for the Responders, but I believe they may also see this as more for their Union friends than for themselves. 	
 	 	 	Your assistance with their more immediate concerns will ensure everyone benefits. Isn't that a good outcome? 	
 	 	 	My dear, you must understand, much as I would like to, my responsibilities do not permit me to do so! 	
 	 	 	I am but a humble employee of the Management, and I distribute their resources as instructed, to the letter. 	
 	 	 	I hope you will not begrudge me my loyalty. I find myself quite fond of you already. 	
 	 	 	I could not possibly speak to your experience, dear. It sounds remarkable to make such discoveries! 	
 	 	 	All I can tell you is that the Management provides them for the Refuge. Regrettably, that is as much as I know of the matter. 	
 	 	 	I might wager that whomever was behind the Ultracell you discovered likely shared similar contacts with Management at some point. But who can say? 	
 	 	 	Why, from me, of course. Rather, from the Management via me, that is. 	
 	 	 	When Management heard the Responders were restoring the vertibird, they wished to help. 	
 	 	 	They provided the Ultracells, and I suggested them to the Responders as an alternative means of fueling the vertibird. 	
 	 	 	Per Management instructions, I distribute a quantity to certain individuals regularly. 	
 	 	 	Management feels this encourages collective decision making, rather than stockpiling. 	
 	 	 	I'm sure they'd be willing to part with them in exchange for your aid. 	
 	 	 	Our lovely Ms. Rucker is the closest thing to a leader the Refuge has, though I believe she's less than comfortable with the title. 	
 	 	 	You can find her in their headquarters, beyond the dining area. 	
 	 	 	The darling chef, Ms. Rousseau, needs some assistance in the kitchen, I hear. 	
 	 	 	And Ms. Wagoner, over in the common area, is looking for donations. I'm sure your generosity will be well rewarded. 	
 	 	 	Now, darling, before anybody bundles you off, the first thing you should do is introduce yourself to some of the Responders. 	
 	 	 	I just so happen to know a few in need of more local assistance, and helping them will earn you the other thing you'll need. 	
 	 	 	That other thing, of course, being the Ultracite Battery Cells which fuel the vertibird. "Ultracells", if you prefer. 	
 	 	 	No? What a disappointment. I'm sure you have your reasons, darling, but I did hope you might be interested. 	
 	 	 	Please, enjoy the hospitality of the Whitespring and the Refuge. If you change your mind, do come see me again. 	
 	 	 	Indeed! Isn't that marvelous? They salvaged it and painstakingly repaired it. It's fully functional now! 	
 	 	 	I was very pleased to be able to contribute to this effort, in my own small way. 	
 	 	 	If you wish to see it, it resides on the roof of the Refuge between flights, along with its charming pilot, Ms. Lennox. 	
 	 	 	They call themselves the Union. Something of a resistance movement, I understand, against more aggressive forces. 	
 	 	 	One of their representatives is currently staying with us, a Mr. Skippy Roerich. Delightful man. 	
 	 	 	Judging by what I've heard, it's an accurate one, sadly. Pittsburgh was bombed quite severely during the war. 	
 	 	 	The poor individuals still living there have renamed it to better reflect its dreadful circumstances. 	
 	 	 	Well, they'll be better able to explain the details, but I believe they're looking for fighters, actually. 	
 	 	 	Their contacts in the Pitt are in something of a desperate situation, it seems, against a dangerous enemy. 	
 	 	 	I hate the thought of you putting yourself in such danger, but it does appear to be for a good cause. 	
 	 	 	Oh, you're terribly brave, aren't you, dear? Imagine if we all had such courage! 	
 	 	 	As it happens, the Responders are looking for volunteers to assist them in a particular outreach effort. 	
 	 	 	Those industrious wonders have repaired a vertibird to full working order, and are using it to make contact with more distant settlements. 	
 	 	 	They've made allies with people in Pittsburgh - the locals call it the Pitt, now - who seem to be in dire need of outside assistance. 	
 	 	 	If you don't mind me saying so, you look like you can handle yourself. You might be just who they're looking for. 	
 	 	 	Of course, dear. What can I do for you? 	
 	 	 	Me? Have I beguiled you already, dear? I appreciate the flattery, of course. 	
 	 	 	You must allow me to retain some mystery for now, though. I wouldn't want you to lose interest. 	
 	 	 	Perhaps we can talk more some other time. We both have more important matters at the moment, I'm sure. 	
 	 	 	Darling, you must understand. A place like the Whitespring had - indeed, still has - very wealthy people behind it. 	
 	 	 	As was always the case, the truly wealthy had advantages the common people such as you and I lack. 	
 	 	 	As for the Whitespring itself, the staff of top-of-the-line robotic servants, security, and maintenance allowed it to weather the worst. 	
 	 	 	No, not by any prior arrangement. Perhaps you visited us before? I must apologize for the state you found it in, if so. 	
 	 	 	Regular operation of the facilities had been stopped, of course, due to a lack of guests. Only the robotic staff remained. 	
 	 	 	The Responders, believing it abandoned, took up residence - a completely understandable occurrence, of course. 	
 	 	 	With new and worthy occupants, the Management felt it wholly appropriate that it find a new purpose, and sent me. 	
 	 	 	Until such time as the world needs leisure resorts again, the Whitespring is happy to support the Refuge. 	
 	 	 	As I've said, I am the Management liaison for the Whitespring. I oversee the facility itself, and its robotic staff. 	
 	 	 	In addition, on behalf of the Management, I arrange for the provision of certain material aid to the Responders. 	
 	 	 	They still have substantial resources, and generously offered to share them to support their noble efforts. 	
 	 	 	Suspicious? Whatever would make you say that? Oh, my poor darling. The hardships of the world have made you so cynical. 	
 	 	 	This truly is a safe haven in a cruel world, I assure you. But if you must go, you may of course do so. 	
 	 	 	I do hope you will return, dear. It's been a pleasure meeting you. 	
 	 	 	Darling, I am entirely at your disposal. 	
 	 	 	Of course, dear! The owners of the Whitespring itself. The resort, hotel, golf course - all of it. 	
 	 	 	Very much still alive, I assure you, though regrettably unable to oversee affairs in current circumstances. 	
 	 	 	As such, now that we have new guests, they have sent me in their stead, to take care of things as needed. 	
 	 	 	I couldn't be more pleased to do so. A delicious opportunity to be of help, and meet fascinating people such as yourself. 	
 	 	 	Anyone in need of help, yes. You appear more well-off than our usual guests, though, if I may say so! Less bedraggled than those poor souls. Armed.	
 	 	 	The Refuge exists primarily to serve those who cannot help themselves. The starving, the sick, the homeless. 	
 	 	 	There is a clinic, a kitchen, beds, recreational facilities...all manner of care to be found here. 	
 	 	 	I'm so pleased to be able to assist in my own small way, of course. 	
 	 	 	Well, I shall certainly see what I can do about that. I'm sure I can arrange some assistance in these matters. 	
 	 	 	The lovely Ms. Wagoner's charitable efforts, yes! I hadn't forgotten. 	
 	 	 	Ah, I see. Certainly. 	
 	 	 	Oh, go on, dear. You know I'm thrilled to help if I can. 	
 	 	 	Now that that's settled, did Ms. Rucker have any other requests I could help with? 	
 	 	 	That will be all. Please give my regards to Ms. Rucker. 	
 	 	 	If you'll pardon me for just one moment? 	
 	 	 	Are you really, dear? How marvelous! In that case I'm sure you can't wait to get involved here. 	
==XPD_HubRE_TakePhoto_CameraShy==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Apparently we even have paparazzi now? Very well, but please, keep photography to a minimum. 	
 	 	 	I hope the photo turns out well, but there are so many wonderful things here at the Whitespring to view. Please don't waste any more film on me.	
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