Oh, thank goodness. [She swoops in with double the confidence, assuming the seat next to her with a sigh of relief.] I was worried that you might not be able to speak at all.
It's a very unique style! [From what she can tell. Under all the blood.] And good! If you need anything else, you just call me up, okay? I'm happy to play fetch for whoever and whenever.
[Though the date itself worries her. As if there weren't enough elephants in the room.]
So...um. How did... [She gestures vaguely at the woman's neck.]
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[And she will over her pile of emergency gifts over.]
I brought you some things. Since your shirt was bloody, and maybe if you need something to read while you rest?
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she accepts these gifts so gratefully, you have no idea. ]
Oh, thank God. I'm more tired of this shirt than you can even imagine. And probably shouldn't be moving much so—books are perfect.
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[Though the date itself worries her. As if there weren't enough elephants in the room.]
So...um. How did... [She gestures vaguely at the woman's neck.]
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[ yeah thursdays sure are. a time to be injured. lovelace reaches up to brush her fingers lightly over the bandage at her throat. ]
Stabbed. I turned into a monster. Think this one was from a security guard. Maybe Charles. Memory's a bit hazy for that part...