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"i'm kidding . where's your wit gone ?"

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 , 𝑰'𝑴 𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑾 - ᶰᵒ ᶠᵃᵐᶤˡʸ ˒ ᵗᵒᵒ . 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑚 𝑖 ?    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  season  1  of  “ orphan black ” .

Of course she merely tossed a tired glance towards Mantis as he approached her near the mouth of the snowfield, a palm lowering from her brow as the piercing headache appears to somewhat subside. Moth had not taken to the dark joke from her comrade well due to her migraine. A free hand lowers as another rises with a short cigarette to her lips. A drag, and then the exhale. Moth nods slowly as she hears Mantis' boots touch the snow with a crunch, and turns to him. " Apologies, Mantis. My wit's seemed to gone clear out the window. "

Moth then flicks her cigarette, the ash being taken on the frigid wind. The migrane's become more manageable now. " What brought you out here? " Curiosity colors Moth's swirling thoughts more than anything.