{--ACCIDENTAL VOICE POST--}
[This is coming after about... well, some undefined amount of time where stifled shuffles and loud crashes and other various noises of disturbance can be heard as though the post is triggered from in her pocket. After some time, it's shuffled out of her pocket, with poor Meryl rather out of breath, and...]
...goddamn thing, tu-turn off already. [pause of voice though she's still obviously out of breath, she shuffles the device] --hate the taste of bl-blood. Uck, too slip-slippery.
...
Vash, is--if you can hear this--is that you outside my door?
...goddamn thing, tu-turn off already. [pause of voice though she's still obviously out of breath, she shuffles the device] --hate the taste of bl-blood. Uck, too slip-slippery.
...
Vash, is--if you can hear this--is that you outside my door?