Thanks. [ To the room! ...Where she's not going to talk at all, not until they're inside and she's firmly shut the door behind them.
Elda can stay standing if she wants—she's going to go turn her desk chair around and sit down.
...so. ]
I'm human. [ That bears repeating, and she hesitates for a long time...
then slowly unwraps the bandages around her right wrist. The skin is cracked and chipping beneath it, like old, dried paint; it's gone all the way around her wrist actually, and a little ways down her forearm, too. Instead of meat and blood, there's something grey and plastic-like. ] But this is happening. I don't know why exactly, but...
[ ...She'll hold out her arm for Elda to come inspect it, if she'd like to. ]
...My knee's like that, too. [ She'll shift her right leg—it's just covered by her pants. ] It doesn't look the same—more like it got torn off, or something like that.
YOU'RE GOOD, MY MAN
Thanks. [ To the room! ...Where she's not going to talk at all, not until they're inside and she's firmly shut the door behind them.
Elda can stay standing if she wants—she's going to go turn her desk chair around and sit down.
...so. ]
I'm human. [ That bears repeating, and she hesitates for a long time...
then slowly unwraps the bandages around her right wrist. The skin is cracked and chipping beneath it, like old, dried paint; it's gone all the way around her wrist actually, and a little ways down her forearm, too. Instead of meat and blood, there's something grey and plastic-like. ] But this is happening. I don't know why exactly, but...
[ ...She'll hold out her arm for Elda to come inspect it, if she'd like to. ]
...My knee's like that, too. [ She'll shift her right leg—it's just covered by her pants. ] It doesn't look the same—more like it got torn off, or something like that.