Because she needs more fail...
[It's a bit later in the evening, probably a few hours after dinner for most. Miranda- minus baby but still in her white form- is sitting in a room, stooped in front of a very large clock and working away on its insides. Her hair's tied back, and her clothes and face are smeared with grease in places but she doesn't seem to mind. In fact she looks rather happy, humming softly to herself. That is until a spring suddenly dislodges itself from the clock and flies out, smacking her forehead with considerable force.]
Ow! Sh-sheise, mist! Useless..!
[She brings a hand up to rub her forehead, dropping the tool she was using in the process. It falls into the clock and clunks against something, setting off the nigh-deafening chime.]
A-ah, no! Stop it, I'm sorry!
[Frantically she reaches in, trying to make the noise stop.] You're too loud!
((Yes. She still talks to clocks like they're people |D))
Ow! Sh-sheise, mist! Useless..!
[She brings a hand up to rub her forehead, dropping the tool she was using in the process. It falls into the clock and clunks against something, setting off the nigh-deafening chime.]
A-ah, no! Stop it, I'm sorry!
[Frantically she reaches in, trying to make the noise stop.] You're too loud!
((Yes. She still talks to clocks like they're people |D))