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Gunn holds the tablet up a little too closely to his face, pulling it back and grunting a little at the camera. The room is dim, his eyes are squinted, and his voice is a little hoarse when he speaks. "Never go drinking with Cordelia Chase," he rasps, and rubs his temple with the hand that isn't holding the tablet. "Just a word of warning."