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“Not so much, no.
It was held in front of what was apparently the office for the soundstage, a little portable cabin, painted a cheery red, and high enough off the ground to need its own stairs. They’d taken advantage of that and had a platform built, so press conferences had a natural venue.
The conference itself looked almost friendly as far as those things went—the reporters were standing around in jeans and boots, sturdy sweaters and flannel shirts. None of the women were wearing heels—I wondered if the press for a show like this was made up of true believers. That was helpful if it was so—it meant you didn’t get those annoying “sci-fi is for babies” questions, because that shit pissed me off.
Noah walked us up to the platform, which surprised me—I hadn’t expected him to get out of the car. I took Jilly’s elbow, like she’d schooled me years ago to do in the presence of a lady, and he took our backs, with his hat on, looking official and actually a little bit imposing.
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