[Adachi lowers his eyes then, and that's a familiar gesture - it's the same type expression he gets whenever he is duly scolded by his superior, the sort of abashed, "Oh I should've known that" look. He puts the cigarette back to his lips, and when he speaks again, the words are fettered by the obstruction. He can already see the guard on the other side of the door looking up, getting the cuffs out.
That was what, maybe fifteen minutes? It was enough.]
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That was what, maybe fifteen minutes? It was enough.]
Oh. All right.