[ Once the restraints are gone, James sits up and swings his legs off the table. Slowly, he eases himself onto his feet to stand up. It's...precarious. He feels woozy and he has to spend a few moments getting his bearings and making sure he can walk straight. But it passes quickly--no more than a minute. By then, he's feeling strong enough to go anywhere. ]
Right. Thanks.
[ He could always use some luck, after all. (He does not question why he would need it here.) He opens the metal door and steps on through. ]
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Right. Thanks.
[ He could always use some luck, after all. (He does not question why he would need it here.) He opens the metal door and steps on through. ]