[Sorry, did you say "don't mess this up?" He's on his feet near-immediately. Reaching for her sleeve, as if to demand her attention, or to tug her close, or to be sure she'll stay put. (There's no real reason for it, and it's not a premeditated thing. He just does it, as automatic as breathing.)]
Mikasa— [He nearly speaks over November. The edge on his tone is urgent. Sharp. This is important.] The transfers.
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Mikasa— [He nearly speaks over November. The edge on his tone is urgent. Sharp. This is important.] The transfers.
[Has she seen the list?]