[Voice/Action]

[mikangirl]

[There's a soft thud of a journal hitting the ground, which is pretty much what sets it recording.  It's landed open face down; nothing to see on it but snow.  Then there's a second thud, and a faint scrabbling sound.  Pause.  Another scrabble and the journal shifts slightly on the ground, before there's a soft, high sound of distress nearby

Comments

[Voice]

[mikangirl]

[Pfft, can't help but grin at that a little.]

Yeah. And I'm not blind, either.

[Voice]

[mikangirl]

No, I've got crew coming. [And the action thread is big enough, oh dear god.]

But uh ...thanks for the thought.

[Voice]

[mikangirl]

[Is it bizarre that aside from her doctor, you're the only other person she doesn't have any hesitation in telling?]

Broken fingers. Mostly okay apart from that. [Some minor bruising and such, but that's hardly anything to write home about.]

[Voice]

[mikangirl]

[Yeah, that's probably it. You're the only one she knows who'd be more, "Yeah, sucks to be you!"]

We have a doctor. He should be able to help. [...she doubts, actually. But that's because she loves her fingers. Luckily, she got all her freaking out about it done days ago.]

[Voice]

[mikangirl]

Definitely. See you soon.