[Sibyll peeks her head out of the dormitory door to glance at Snake. Really she ought to just let him smoke in the actual dorm itself since the smoke drifted anyways. But onto pressing issues. Fortunately for the both of them, as a side effect of the Vault-Tec programs English was well-preserved in its Pre-War state. And Sibyll hadn't noticed that all the Latin had vanished from her mind, along with the tiny bits of Res and Spanish that occasionally cropped up in the Wasteland.]
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What the hell was that?