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[scinlae]

[ The feed switches on suddenly, image nothing more than blur of images and sounds, it is pure luck that it stills to focuses (haphazardly) on a woman ─ wild eyed and pale, gasping, with leaves still in her hair. She levels the tablet with a dissatisfied look, debating whether or not to toss the cursed thing or inspect it further.

The latter would be harder giving her present condition and any curiosity she may have been feeling has been burnt away by exhaustion and anger.

How dare they ─

The camera jerks suddenly and she lets out a pained cry, tablet falling out of her hand to skid across the ground far from her reach. Though, to be honest, the device is the least of her concerns right now. ]

Emrys. [ She grits her teeth, and pushes herself up from the ground. (off camera)

Too proud to ask for help, too stubborn and angry to realize she needs help. My, what will we do with you, young lady?

So enjoy the view of the top of some house and the sky, for that is all you shall be getting. At least until the feed shuts itself off. ]

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[scinlae]

[ The more voices that come from the device the more Morgana wants to set fire to it, alas she cannot, not right now. ]

On an island, in a street. [ Bitterness drips from her tone like a poison. ]

[ima_something]

[it gets a flat look that is clearly unimpressed. But not threatened.]

Well that's a start, anything more specific we can have?

[scinlae]

[ She reaches for the tablet and the feed shakes, Susan may no get a proper reply but she does get a good view of the street. ]

[ima_something]

[That doesn't need a proper reply, that's enough for her to work out where she is. Beyond just the vague feeling of yet another person.

So she turns off her video and goes to find Morgana, having the sense not to just appear right in front of her, she only did that when people were being particularly awful.

Being injured was more than enough justification to be curt. So half a street away she reappeared and came up normally enough to Morgana. Faintly assessing her injuries as far as she could. Healing really wasn't her forte, by one manner of thinking. Didn't stop her from taking her to someone that was good at it.]

Right. Do you need help standing up?

[scinlae]

[ She stares at the woman with wild green eyes, trying to asses if she is friend or foe or neither. Something gnaws at the edge of her mind, something that only appeared when she appeared, something that makes her want to cringe with fear yet rise with defiance.

Something she will remember, surely, but for the moment she must deal with the woman herself, not creeping feeling her presence sends through her. ]

I can stand. [ Though it is a struggle, stubbornness and defiance see her through despite the many near falls she experiences. ]