034. Voice
[The familiar voice sounds confused, tired, as if it's fighting a yawn. The recorder itself is turned on by accident, the words slightly muffled from where it's sitting in the depth of her pocket.]
Wait, this isn't where I went to sleep. What happened? Are we supposed to be having a field drill that I don't know about? Where am --
[There's a loud rustle, a thumb running over the microphone as if she just found it in her pocket. The gasp is audible, louder, as it's pulled free and held up.]
Oh, Shiva.
[The footsteps are immediate, rapid, and loud before the recording cuts off.]
[A day early, but I'm back! :D Welcome, new folks!]
Wait, this isn't where I went to sleep. What happened? Are we supposed to be having a field drill that I don't know about? Where am --
[There's a loud rustle, a thumb running over the microphone as if she just found it in her pocket. The gasp is audible, louder, as it's pulled free and held up.]
Oh, Shiva.
[The footsteps are immediate, rapid, and loud before the recording cuts off.]
[A day early, but I'm back! :D Welcome, new folks!]