[what's up, rita. lucretia is here, vibing in the common room, her notebook open on her lap; she's flipping through it with her good hand, since her right arm's still in a sling for now. her left hand's bandaged, and so is her throat.
she's not really... seeming to read the notebook much, though? more like she's idly flipping through it, frowning down at it, and her emotions are unsettled. uncomfortable.
[rita enters and also takes a seat in a nearby chair with her own notebook... but even though she doesn't look at her for a while, she's giving off a general feeling of concern...
and eventually she does look up and say something.]
[she glances up, gives rita a small and hopefully reassuring smile-- she's physically okay, at least. she does just kind of wave one hand in a so-so sort of gesture, though. better, but not great!
and still having some trouble with her voice, apparently, or just resting it.]
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she's not really... seeming to read the notebook much, though? more like she's idly flipping through it, frowning down at it, and her emotions are unsettled. uncomfortable.
this is fine!]
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and eventually she does look up and say something.]
... Hey. Feeling any better now?
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and still having some trouble with her voice, apparently, or just resting it.]
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[uncertain...]
Are you able to talk?
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Theoretically, yes. It's still sort of painful.
[she's just trying not to fuck it up before trial.]
The wound itself isn't a danger anymore, though.
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Okay. Let me know if you need anything.
... Um, did you guys find something after all that? A clue?