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>Ask if she's hiring.

She gives you her INCREDIBLY INCREDULOUS LOOK. Of ELLIPSISNESS.

Oh, good! Maybe she can tell you who left all this highly dangerous radioactive sludge everywhere.

> Concoct ridiculously implausible scenario in which record producers commit toxic waste dumping.

You suddenly have a MOMENT OF CONNECTION. You assume your CONNECTION FACE as the CAMERA zooms in on your eye.

Obviously, the source of the STEREOTYPICALLY GREEN RADIOACTIVE MATERIAL was from her SECRET DEALINGS with SHADY REDRIA EXECUTIVES! It is evident that they truck it to her under the guise of transporting BLANK CDs! And then she stashes it in the CEILING CRAWLSPACES, not actually having a PROPER DUMPING SITE! Of course! It's all so clear!

...

She just as obviously can take no more of your shenanigans and returns to her studio, slamming the door behind her.

Scheel: Uh oh, this is awkward. You're gonna.. just... yeah... Go follow that trail of green sludge to see where it leads.

Scheele is just as clueless as you are on the STATE OF THINGS (including whether or not this is AWKWARD or not), and he has better things to do than CRAWL AROUND IN A CEILING CRAWLSPACE looking at STEREOTYPICALLY GREEN RADIOACTIVE MATERIAL.

It is now shortly later. Scheele has taken his leave, taking the JAR OF RADIOACTIVE SLUDGE with him for further analysis. You are trying to use your STETHOSCOPE to LISTEN INTO JAMMROLL'S STUDIO, something that you feel you will probably REGRET THOROUGHLY.

Aha. You find a point of constructive interference, and proceed to EAVESDROP.

...although at the moment you can't really make anything out. You can hear her talking quietly but not precisely what she says, and since you can only hear half of her conversation, you deduce that she is ON THE PHONE. You can also hear her gently strumming STEVE'S strings.