[If moments of Elsa's life were soundtracked like a movie, she's pretty sure this moment's soundtrack would just be screaming.] Oh, er. Um. Okay.
[It's far too tempting to just put her face in her hands and maybe just run away, forever. Fuck her life, fuck her luck. Fuck...actually, maybe just stop thinking the word 'fuck'. Fuck her luck to be walking down a hall with a beautiful woman when all she can think about is...oh, fucking hell.]
I think, the um...probably the cafeteria. [Maybe she'll just whizz all of those powders together, drink them at once and hope the result a) doesn't kill her and b) provides an antidote.] Maybe I'll just have...ice water. It feels warm in here. Are you, are you hot? I mean, temperature wise, not...well I mean, you are...are you feeling warm? [Please just stop talking.]
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[It's far too tempting to just put her face in her hands and maybe just run away, forever. Fuck her life, fuck her luck. Fuck...actually, maybe just stop thinking the word 'fuck'. Fuck her luck to be walking down a hall with a beautiful woman when all she can think about is...oh, fucking hell.]
I think, the um...probably the cafeteria. [Maybe she'll just whizz all of those powders together, drink them at once and hope the result a) doesn't kill her and b) provides an antidote.] Maybe I'll just have...ice water. It feels warm in here. Are you, are you hot? I mean, temperature wise, not...well I mean, you are...are you feeling warm? [Please just stop talking.]