Hmm... difficult to answer even in her usual language. "Well..." she murmurs to herself, then gives Hana's hand a gentle tug. Easier to write.
She steels herself and marches into the wet, flickering tunnel, moving toward the nearest room. There - a desk, pens, paper - all looking perfectly accessible, after the required wade through ankle-deep water, that is.
She glances at Hana. I go, she offers, and points to her feet. No shoes! She grins, lets go her hand and steps in. Ugh, the water is freezing, and has a sort of slimy feel, ocean and grime and rust. She glances back and makes a face: Yuck!
She trips over some submerged object and catches herself on the desk. "Ow!" she huffs, grunting; then turns to sign a quick I'm fine. Felt like something heavy - her foot hurts a lot. But she doesn't want to make Hana come into the water.
She grabs up a notebook and a pen, waggles the pen with a triumphant grin.
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She steels herself and marches into the wet, flickering tunnel, moving toward the nearest room. There - a desk, pens, paper - all looking perfectly accessible, after the required wade through ankle-deep water, that is.
She glances at Hana. I go, she offers, and points to her feet. No shoes! She grins, lets go her hand and steps in. Ugh, the water is freezing, and has a sort of slimy feel, ocean and grime and rust. She glances back and makes a face: Yuck!
She trips over some submerged object and catches herself on the desk. "Ow!" she huffs, grunting; then turns to sign a quick I'm fine. Felt like something heavy - her foot hurts a lot. But she doesn't want to make Hana come into the water.
She grabs up a notebook and a pen, waggles the pen with a triumphant grin.