[It's only about then that she really notices his discomfort. Giving him a distinctly unimpressed look, in about the same tone as her earlier talk about his poor voice message, she remarks flatly:]
Let me guess. The closest thing to technological advancement where you're from is rubbing two sticks together to make fire.
[Marian, this is not how you talk to someone who's trying to help you.]
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Date: 2017-03-15 11:31 am (UTC)Let me guess. The closest thing to technological advancement where you're from is rubbing two sticks together to make fire.
[Marian, this is not how you talk to someone who's trying to help you.]