[Su Fei looks up from where she's sitting, crutches propped up against the wall beside her, a plate of real dinner that she's mostly just picking at in front of her. Despite how calm she's been, even in the face of this particularly gnarly case (it's been a long time since she's seen wounds so severe, and none of them deserve it, none of them have, but this time especially—), she can't work up much of an appetite.
Still, she seems more or less her usual self—a little irreverent, while the stakes aren't as immediate—when she lifts an eyebrow, looking at Nana.]
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Still, she seems more or less her usual self—a little irreverent, while the stakes aren't as immediate—when she lifts an eyebrow, looking at Nana.]
Why, you itching to take a shot at it instead?