"Hell," he muttered, hanging his head, before coming around his desk to stand before her.

"Hell of a place for a drop," the driver muttered.

"Hell of a woman," he muttered; what you could see through even the most diaphanousholoku barely gave you a clue.

"Hell and damnation," he muttered under his breath.

"Hell," he muttered, and swiveled his chair so that he faced his desk.

"Hell," he muttered, quickly glancing across the room.

"Hell," he muttered, and gave in to the animal long enough to savage her mouth with his.

"Hell," he muttered to no one in particular.

"Hell," he muttered, all at once realizing what that odd group might have in common.

"Hell," Barrile muttered, shaking his head as if unable to accept what his senses were telling him.