[Oh, is the first thought that flits through her head, entirely surprised and slightly unsure. She hadn't really expected anyone to check in at all, outwith her own circle. When you kill someone - and when you love someone who also loves to kill people - it tends to leave you, well. On the outskirts. Ignored; put aside.
Matt was nice to her, a while ago. He was nice even when it was obvious that she was guilty, no matter how real and visceral her panic attack had been. Cautiously, she decides not to be a brat in turn: ]
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Matt was nice to her, a while ago. He was nice even when it was obvious that she was guilty, no matter how real and visceral her panic attack had been. Cautiously, she decides not to be a brat in turn: ]
oh, you know! i'll live!
you doing ok?