Panel 1: Casey is hiding under the desk in Marie's solarium. Marie stands in front of the desk, her hands on her hips.
Marie: Come out of there.
Casey: I can't.
Panel 2:
Casey: You are persistently asking me questions I am incapable of answering. The more I stall, the more insistent you become.
Panel 3:
Marie: How does it help you to hide under my desk?
Casey: That's technical.
Panel 4: Marie crouches and looks Casey in the eye.
Marie: Does it have anything to do with mind-numbing panic?
Casey: Please be distracted by a shiny object so I can escape.
Alt-Text: No, we really need to talk about this absolutely essential topic of--ooh, SHINY.
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