[She reads his message slowly and then carefully rereads it, her mind frantically piecing those two bits of information together. Assumptions begin to form. Her breath catches, and she's already standing up from her chair, still clutching the Fluid in her hand.]
Oh my god! Are you okay? Where are you? I'll make my way over there right now.
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Date: 2021-04-23 11:41 am (UTC)Oh my god! Are you okay? Where are you? I'll make my way over there right now.