[What? What even--why is her phone going at o'balls thirty in the morning? She glances at it, siiiiiiighs and then answers] Wh--[No, hang on. She has sleep in her throat. She's going to be clearing it for a moment or two here.] What?
[That didn't sound much better, either. coughcoughahem.] Bucky, what's wrong?
[Still crap but she gives up on trying to sound normal. It's half past balls in the morning.]
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[That didn't sound much better, either. coughcoughahem.] Bucky, what's wrong?
[Still crap but she gives up on trying to sound normal. It's half past balls in the morning.]