Read the route corrections down twelve times alone today. My throat's dry. I don't even have one.
I wrote down all twelve!! Three pages of notes!!
Miss, if your throat's dry, maybe save your words.
One job: keep the lamp lit while sixty thousand sleep. Four hundred days left, and that's supposed to be a big deal?
Read the route corrections down twelve times alone today. My throat's dry. I don't even have one.

Nobody would notice if only twenty-three of the bridge's twenty-four lamps were lit, but I light all twenty-four every time. Call it habit.