É assim, eu sei o que é que o Estrangeiro está a dizer nesta conversa, mas como esta página é do ponto de vista da Filipa, que não ouve os pensamentos de ninguém porque não é TALENTOSA dessa maneira, ficamos aqui com o registo de um monólogozinho!!

Achas que sabes o que é que o Estrangeiro está a dizer? Diz-me, se tiveres coragem!

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6 Panels.

Panel 1:
Filipa is trying to sleep inside her truck, inside the brick house. She's holding a gun on her hand, and has her cloak over her. Ângela's voice comes in through the bullet holes on the wall.

Ângela (off panel): Filipa doesn't trust you. A-a-and I'm not sure we can go very far without her.
Foreigner:
Ângela: Come on, the PDL has eyes everywhere. You'll be on the torture chair again in no time!

Panel 2,3,4:
Filipa turns to the other side, as if trying not to listen, but eventually gives up.

Ângela (off panel): And believe me, they were being nice on you.
Foreigner:
Ângela: Don't underestimate them!

Panel 5,6:
Filipa stares at the wall, covered in bullet holes, where the big graffiti reads "MEDITA INVICTA".