[Over in the Mailroom, David's taking a chance to check on his mail now that the madness has quieted down. He's not been very happy with himself, since there was little he could do to help in the recent crises that have been hitting the Tower—and it's largely his fault, he considers. His irritation's showing with the way he's muttering while glancing over a letter someone sent him this month, just before things got hairy.]
Yeah, some hero I'm turnin' out to be ...
[At the sound of someone else's presence in the mailroom, David glances up from the letter over to where Waver is.]
Oh, I ain't in yer way, am I?
[... maaaaybe he shouldn't be standing around blocking access to the PO boxes over here.]
[floor 78; 12/25]
Yeah, some hero I'm turnin' out to be ...
[At the sound of someone else's presence in the mailroom, David glances up from the letter over to where Waver is.]
Oh, I ain't in yer way, am I?
[... maaaaybe he shouldn't be standing around blocking access to the PO boxes over here.]