[So. Veronica is one of her new favorite Jackass stars. That's an indisputable fact. Another indisputable fact is that, maybe, standing in the general vicinity of the window while watching Veronica punch it down was a bad idea. With Angel being anything but graceful on her feet, it's no surprise that she has no time to move away before the glass shatters. One of the shards embeds itself in her upper left arm, which is fine and dandy — except that it's not.
She's recoiling almost immediately, right hand going up to her upper left arm before she stops herself. No touching. No fiddling with it until she has a first aid kit or something to properly deal with the injury. No time to deal with infections. What she can't stop herself from doing, though, is hissing. Anyone nearby will definitely hear one very eloquent, very polite word slipping out of her mouth—]
——Crap!
[She would look properly ashamed, too, if she had time to worry about potty mouths.]
later:
[And once she's been presumably patched up, anyone can find her peering down to the operating room, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. After a beat, she'll turn to whoever approaches her and gesture (with her uninjured arm) to the now nonexistent window.]
We must find a secure way to reach the body before it's too late.
[They gotta find some clues before the body goes bye bye. They gotta.]
post-glassgate
She's recoiling almost immediately, right hand going up to her upper left arm before she stops herself. No touching. No fiddling with it until she has a first aid kit or something to properly deal with the injury. No time to deal with infections. What she can't stop herself from doing, though, is hissing. Anyone nearby will definitely hear one very eloquent, very polite word slipping out of her mouth—]
——Crap!
[She would look properly ashamed, too, if she had time to worry about potty mouths.]
later:
We must find a secure way to reach the body before it's too late.
[They gotta find some clues before the body goes bye bye. They gotta.]