[William wavers. But then Takeshi's voice pipes up dimly in the clamor behind him, and he hardens.]
It's got to have been at least forty seconds.
Piss off time.
[And underlying that, some unkind thought about what Charles' concern looks like, in comparison to, you know, the infinitessimally thin but extremely cold layer of ice that his lack thereof has come to resemble in their recent acquaintance.]
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