[Salvio, midway through his reach to grab his ink bottle, fumbles so thoroughly that he knocks the ink bottle over. Against all odds, he knocks it toward himself. A great black bloom of ink spreads over the page that he had been writing, and he jumps to his feet as if scalded, knocks his knees against the bottom of the desk, jars the whole scene as he stumbles back.
And all this before a second word from Commander Captain Flint.
Good thing there's nothing to be concerned over.]
I-- Yes. Sorry. Let me just-- [Fall in a hole and be buried alive--with frantic haste, Salvio grabs for the inky page and folds over the end, trying to contain the blotch.] Um--yes? Cap, um, Commander? How may we assist?
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And all this before a second word from Commander Captain Flint.
Good thing there's nothing to be concerned over.]
I-- Yes. Sorry. Let me just-- [Fall in a hole and be buried alive--with frantic haste, Salvio grabs for the inky page and folds over the end, trying to contain the blotch.] Um--yes? Cap, um, Commander? How may we assist?