[a few pen scribbles before she decides to dictate]
The fact that things like that happen are able to happen here-- [a harsh pen line] I don't even know what to say about it.
While it's good people got things together, I can't help feeling it took too long. There might not have been much they could do at first.
[pause]
It's probably best not to think about it right now. A distraction might be good. Food, too.
[noise of agreement from Bronx]
Come on, boy. A bite to eat will do us both some good. [journal shuts]
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[Elisa's currently in the kitchen making an omelet. Bronx is laying to the side not too far off, staring longingly up at the stove top and making the occasional whimper.
They need to be bothered.]