[She might just be cowering, hands over her ears as the killing blow is dealt, because it's all a little too much. Her eyes are closed, like maybe she can wake herself up somehow, if she concentrates hard enough. Maybe Vincent had been right about the nightmares all along. But when she opens them again, looking for the source of the voice she'd just heard, there's only the face of a stranger.
Friendly though he may seem.]
I... [She's about to answer that she's fine. She is so close to regaining her composure, she can feel in her grasp, but then she catches sight of that thing's head. She looks away from it, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth -- though luckily she isn't so far gone as to actually throw up.] It's... It's disgusting, I can't believe...
[Her voice rises in pitch, and she can feel her breathing and heartbeat steadily quicken. She wills herself to slow down, now that the immediate threat has passed: She's fine. She's fine.]
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Friendly though he may seem.]
I... [She's about to answer that she's fine. She is so close to regaining her composure, she can feel in her grasp, but then she catches sight of that thing's head. She looks away from it, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth -- though luckily she isn't so far gone as to actually throw up.] It's... It's disgusting, I can't believe...
[Her voice rises in pitch, and she can feel her breathing and heartbeat steadily quicken. She wills herself to slow down, now that the immediate threat has passed: She's fine. She's fine.]