Ohwitiil is holding a phone here. Many avian phones have a knob handle like this.
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Idrisah: Well… In my opinion, you should…
She glances back at Cheevwut.
Idrisah: (ASL) Also quit. Especially after that shit with Mel.
Talita: (ASL) Maybe… Not now, soon after you, Gillie, AND Cal. Management is angry, I think.
Ohwitiil walks past the cubicle.
Ohwitiil: IDRISAH! Keep packing, I’ve got someone who needs your desk tomorrow! Maybe this one will actually stick around!
Talita and Idrisah exchange a look of knowing exhaustion.
