Aug 02, 2009 18:02
[The communicator springs to life with a BZT sound; Mai, recumbent in her hospital bed - looking very nearly healed, with the obvious exception of her arm, which will take rather longer to mend - drops the communicator into her lap, and gives it a dirty look. Yeah, it's been two weeks.]
...don't think I won't get you back for that, communicator.
[She sighs, and looks around, appearing listless.]
...looks like I'll be fine to leave soon. Finally.
Don't mind the laying-around part, but the scenery's hideous.
[She's quiet again, for a moment, and then:]
So... what's this I'm hearing about snow?
mai haet hospital,
gimpy little betch,
it's only a flesh wound,
snow's for water tribe fgts