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[ Hella keeps awake too; she's in too much pain to sleep, even if she can get up and walk now. Well, more like limp, in a very obviously poorly thought out way, as the bone in her leg continues to solidify and reconstruct itself. She's just operating on the assumption that her volatility — both from her Mania and her very clear emotional distress — will keep anyone from trying to tell her what to do or to lay back down. ]

Hey, give me one.

[ She holds out an expectant hand when she sees Shoko smoking near the shoreline, staring up at the sky. It's not a new thing to her — she used to smoke from time to time in Syndicate, though never cared for it much. Right now, she just wants to feel anything other than the giant absence that's been carved out of her. ]