human
It looks like a bullet mark to me, said Marcus Stepney, suddenly grave.
gpt
I heard a shot. Did somebody shoot at you?
human
Who?
gpt
Not Jean?
human
Briggerland?
gpt
Briggerland! Mr. Stepney whistled, and as he whistled he shivered.
human
Let's get out of here, he said.
gpt
We shall catch our death of cold. The sun will warm us up.