Wretch fusses with something in front of her, and Eastwood comes into frame, a floating interface in front of him. The rest of the room starts to come into focus as well, and you realize you’re seeing Wretch’s home for the first time.
EASTWOOD: Let’s hear it.
You relay your plan, and he lets it sink in for a few minutes.
EASTWOOD: Hm.
EASTWOOD: Yeah, worth a shot.
EASTWOOD: Would be a hell of a help if it worked. I’ll call Miller up- what kind of shit do you want to talk about once we get rolling?