[Voice]
[There's the loud clatter of the communicator as it hits the ground, and he curses, though it's too far away to tell what exactly he says. He forgot the damn communicator's shock people. He picked it up, and sets it somewhere.]
Damnit. This isn't my week. [He mutters a bit, before he turns off the voice setting]
[Text; Filtered from Jill]
I'm not sure where else to ask, and I can't get her to go with me to the clinic. She's at least getting over what ever the hell she had.
I ... I'm only going to ask this once. Where can I find some peroxide and feminine hygiene products (specifically tampons, apparently)?
Damnit. This isn't my week. [He mutters a bit, before he turns off the voice setting]
[Text; Filtered from Jill]
I'm not sure where else to ask, and I can't get her to go with me to the clinic. She's at least getting over what ever the hell she had.
I ... I'm only going to ask this once. Where can I find some peroxide and feminine hygiene products (specifically tampons, apparently)?