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Look. Miss Mun. Gallivanting round some mansion sounds like a grand old time if I were anyone else, but I've got work to do back in Rapture. The old girl isn't gonna patch herself up every time some bloody fool lets the pipes freeze over.
And if what I'm hearing in this head of yours is right, Mister Ryan's gonna need me just as much as the city will. I gotcha, I'll try to talk to him and it'll go in one ear and out the other -- but he's a mate, and as long as there's a chance to get through to him, I'm not gonna stand and let him watch his ship go down without someone at his side. That's just not how I work.
And if what I'm hearing in this head of yours is right, Mister Ryan's gonna need me just as much as the city will. I gotcha, I'll try to talk to him and it'll go in one ear and out the other -- but he's a mate, and as long as there's a chance to get through to him, I'm not gonna stand and let him watch his ship go down without someone at his side. That's just not how I work.