"Like hell," she mutters, taking out the last splinter she finds and proceeds to wipe off her fingers on her jeans. There were a few drops of blood that escaped, but she hardly seems squeamish about that. "This wasn't a planned session, was it? An' how was you ta know what I'd went and gotten."
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Date: 2010-09-28 02:01 pm (UTC)