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[Jane's in the middle of a spectacularly beautiful fit. Her communicator got switched on in the middle of it by accident and there's only the sound of things being thrown and...basically Jane tearing her room apart. When she notices that the communicator's on, though, she brings it up. Her cheeks are flushed as red as her hair.]
What the fuck do you think that you're playing at? The whole damn barge turns brown and you have the tauping nerve to do this?! Which one of you did it? Your damn medicines and cures did this! [The communicator gets thrown again and Jane comes back a few minutes later, looking a bit more composed. At least outwardly.]
Ignore that. [No...she knows she's not that lucky.] How long was I asleep? Or...whatever that was? What's happened?
And more importantly...who moved me?
What the fuck do you think that you're playing at? The whole damn barge turns brown and you have the tauping nerve to do this?! Which one of you did it? Your damn medicines and cures did this! [The communicator gets thrown again and Jane comes back a few minutes later, looking a bit more composed. At least outwardly.]
Ignore that. [No...she knows she's not that lucky.] How long was I asleep? Or...whatever that was? What's happened?
And more importantly...who moved me?
