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[Scuffling. It's not a new sound this week. This time, however, the sound comes from the network as Lenalee distractedly fumbles to start a feed. Audio, because there isn't anything actually tangible to direct the feed at, and, well. She's currently crouched atop the windowsill of an unoccupied room on the seventh floor, like someone taking refuge on a chair after spotting a mouse. Even if everyone else probably feels much the same, she doesn't feel like drawing attention to how literally she's been backed into a corner.]
[Shrill with exhaustion:] Y-You know, I think we need t-to really try and figure out how to stop these-- these things now! This i-isn't all right! I haven't slept i-in two days! The floor is covered in scratch marks!
[She could go on, but a scuttling against the wall below her brings her to a sudden, tight-lipped stop. Lenalee edges back on the sill, remains of a windowpane crackling underfoot.] Does anyone know if they can hurt us?
[Shrill with exhaustion:] Y-You know, I think we need t-to really try and figure out how to stop these-- these things now! This i-isn't all right! I haven't slept i-in two days! The floor is covered in scratch marks!
[She could go on, but a scuttling against the wall below her brings her to a sudden, tight-lipped stop. Lenalee edges back on the sill, remains of a windowpane crackling underfoot.] Does anyone know if they can hurt us?