[ Without the ability to read Alex's facial expression or narration, Philip assumes that Alex is aware of the other station, that all of this is connected to his findings somehow. ]
It was... I think... 46, or... I'm not so- hang on.
[ He reaches for his notebook, suddenly remembering that he's still wearing thick gloves and... a few other items that don't really go with a well-heated corridor. He takes them off and flips through the documents he gathered. ]
[ACTION]
It was... I think... 46, or... I'm not so- hang on.
[ He reaches for his notebook, suddenly remembering that he's still wearing thick gloves and... a few other items that don't really go with a well-heated corridor. He takes them off and flips through the documents he gathered. ]
66b. I believe it was 66b.