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Chell curled her knees up against her chest and shook her head. She didn’t, really. Right now, she just wanted to be left alone to her panic attack.

“Um.”

The Repairman was far from used to helping someone like this. Still, the inkblot felt he had to do something  to help while he was here.

Then, he remembered something he had stored.

Reaching into his blue toolbox, he produced a thermos.

“Maybe if you drink some tea…” he tried, tentatively. He had heard that it calms some people. Maybe it would soothe this woman’s nerves.