IC: As the Slig drunkardly loped off, not caring anymore, Stan froze at the sound of a voice that may have been someone who noticed him and his activity. He slipped the number into his waistcoat and said "Who's there? And where is the 'nearest computer'? I don't want to go somewhere too out in the open. Inside this casino is alright, I doubt many of the drunkards and idiots there will give a toss, but I wouldn't stay for too long, and wouldn't want to look like I'm searching for something either. So if there's one in there, tell me, and I'll find it"
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