Labels:text | screenshot | font | document OCR: LOGAN STEPPED THROUGH THE DOOR AS ULAU SNIFFED AROUND WALKING WOOZILY IN AN ATTEMPT TO RE-ORIENT HERSELF COMING OUT OF STASIS RECENTLY. SHE WASN'T SURE WHAT TO MAKE OF ALL THIS METAL AROUND HER, BUT HER FRIENDS WERE HERE AND THAT COMFORTED HER SOMEWHAT AS SHE STOOD BY HER FAVORITE ONE. "I WITHDRAW THE QUESTION YOUR HONOR, " DAEMON SAID LOOKING DOWN SHEEPISHLY UNDERSTANDING WHY BEFORE LOGAN COULD ANSWER. "YOU DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME, YOU'D BETTER GET GOING DAEMON. WE'LL TAKE CARE OF THE OTHERS AND CATCH UP WITH YOU LATER. THE DECOY DIDN'T FARE TOO WELL, "LOGAN SURMISED. "How DO YOU ... " DAEMON WAS ABOUT TO FINISH THE SENTENCE WHEN HE REALIZED THE QUESTION ITSELF WAS FUTILE.
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