[She's a bit embarrassed to say that it takes her several seconds to take all that in, over the sound of blood rushing in her ears and her mixture of rage and heart-stopping dread she'd felt upon seeing Lydia's face. It's just the idea of being in any kind of enclosed space, especially when she isn't 100% sure how she got here, and turning around to find the person who was there--who was responsible--the very last time that had happened to her.
So yeah, it takes her a second of heavy breathing, her eyes never leaving Lydia's face, before she slowly begins to lower the staff, blinking slowly.]
You're stuck here? We--we're both stuck here?
[Boy-o is that a lot of realizations to have at once. She's somewhere new, she's trapped here, she's trapped here with fucking Lydia and, wait, was there something about other chucklefucks in there too?
Massive inward sigh. Just huge.]
Much as this physically hurts me to say, I'm gonna need you to tell me what the fuck is going on. Who else is here?
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So yeah, it takes her a second of heavy breathing, her eyes never leaving Lydia's face, before she slowly begins to lower the staff, blinking slowly.]
You're stuck here? We--we're both stuck here?
[Boy-o is that a lot of realizations to have at once. She's somewhere new, she's trapped here, she's trapped here with fucking Lydia and, wait, was there something about other chucklefucks in there too?
Massive inward sigh. Just huge.]
Much as this physically hurts me to say, I'm gonna need you to tell me what the fuck is going on. Who else is here?