[This was supposed to be private, but Tifa's uncoordinated flailing right now means it's just public. Her room is dark, with the blinds pulled and a pile of shapeless blankets over a mop of dark hair. She moans as one bare arm brings the NV into recording range.]
Nnnh. Sam, I...I can't make it into work tonight. I feel awful, my head is swimming and
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