Fuck it. You're either going to be smart and stay the hell away from me after this, or you're going to be dumb and keep insisting on coming near. I'm done warning you about this shit by now. It's your goddamned funeral. You'll get an earful when you get here. Just pick your questions carefully. There's some shit I won't answer.

[She cut the feed off after sending directions to Eve. She wouldn't be much moved by the time that the girl got there, regardless of how long it was. She was in jeans and a t-shirt, bloody patches blooming at her midriff and on her left thigh. Her breathing was ragged, but intact and her tail flopped lazily. Her nose looked like it had been broken and her face was fairly heavily bruised, a trickle of blood running down from her lip, though mostly dried.]