[Morgan frowns, still holding the makeshift bandage that Sebastian handed over--and then even if it's not anything he's interested, she still makes her way over to him (scooping up the knife on the way) to gently put it on the ground next to him.
Then she retreats a few steps, looking at the bloody knife in her hand.
Phew... phew!!! This isn't anything she ever thought she'd be tackling in her lifetime.]
I always figured I'd be the de-limber, not the de-limbed...
[That's just murmured to herself, though, before she shrugs a bit and tries to be as chipper as she can considering the circumstances.]
I guess every day's a new experience...!
[... She tugs off the glove from her left hand (no point in ruining perfectly good gloves), takes a deep breath, and in one very smooth motion, slices right through the index finger of her left hand.
Then she crouches on the ground and makes a little mmmmmmmm! noise because ow? Ow!! Ow!
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Then she retreats a few steps, looking at the bloody knife in her hand.
Phew... phew!!! This isn't anything she ever thought she'd be tackling in her lifetime.]
I always figured I'd be the de-limber, not the de-limbed...
[That's just murmured to herself, though, before she shrugs a bit and tries to be as chipper as she can considering the circumstances.]
I guess every day's a new experience...!
[... She tugs off the glove from her left hand (no point in ruining perfectly good gloves), takes a deep breath, and in one very smooth motion, slices right through the index finger of her left hand.
Then she crouches on the ground and makes a little mmmmmmmm! noise because ow? Ow!! Ow!
Where's Brady when she needs him?!]