Cyan Portal: Cafeteria.
Oh. You've got something. Good. Can we... ugh.
Kellensea goes through another round of retching, as she pins her greasy blonde hair back by twisting her arm in a direction it probably shouldn't go. Her helmet and scarf sit on one of the counters, and she's leaned over the sink still.
We need to... silence that. SILENCE IT. It was over. It was over. I'm not going through this again... I don't know why it's doing this. I'm not sure what it's doing. It needs to stop.
Oh. You've got something. Good. Can we... ugh.
Kellensea goes through another round of retching, as she pins her greasy blonde hair back by twisting her arm in a direction it probably shouldn't go. Her helmet and scarf sit on one of the counters, and she's leaned over the sink still.
We need to... silence that. SILENCE IT. It was over. It was over. I'm not going through this again... I don't know why it's doing this. I'm not sure what it's doing. It needs to stop.
I am the They who says it!