[She’s admittedly grateful for those steadying hands of his while she readjusts, even if she can’t help but still feel a little tinge of embarrassment about it all. It’s a weird situation, but getting yanked around like that wouldn’t have phased her at all had she been whole and healthy. She’s not used to having to wait for her body to play catch up.
Her gaze follows his indicated tapping, surprised to see the artificial arm he points out. It had gone unnoticed by her prior to this (probably because that mask of his tended to be incredibly eye-catching), and she doesn’t quite clock what he’s doing until she looks back up to catch that last message.
Oh. Now she’s starting to see what he’s getting at.]
Ah, well… Back at the mall, someone was in trouble with one of the zombies. Jumped in to help, and… got bitten.
[There’s a little bit of a strained edge to the words, almost tired. Like it’s admitting a failure on her part, no matter how heroic the intent that landed her there was.]
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Her gaze follows his indicated tapping, surprised to see the artificial arm he points out. It had gone unnoticed by her prior to this (probably because that mask of his tended to be incredibly eye-catching), and she doesn’t quite clock what he’s doing until she looks back up to catch that last message.
Oh. Now she’s starting to see what he’s getting at.]
Ah, well… Back at the mall, someone was in trouble with one of the zombies. Jumped in to help, and… got bitten.
[There’s a little bit of a strained edge to the words, almost tired. Like it’s admitting a failure on her part, no matter how heroic the intent that landed her there was.]