[Gottlieb has decided to find his living quarters before attending the 'mandatory' meeting, looking between the piece of paper in his hand and the numbers listed on the trailers.
His face lights up in relief when he finds the right one, only to switch to a more dumbfounded one when the appearance of the figure cleaning the windows.
The paper slips from his hands, fluttering to the ground.]
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His face lights up in relief when he finds the right one, only to switch to a more dumbfounded one when the appearance of the figure cleaning the windows.
The paper slips from his hands, fluttering to the ground.]
You... you... you're... ?!