-0.1- [and here she wakes in the dead early morning]

[Transmission cuts in, to the sound of soft groaning and grass rustling]

...w-what... D-Dominic? Dominic, are you here--?

No, you're not here, you wouldn't leave me here in this stupid grass... really itchy.

Dominic, you... you jerk, leaving me here!

I... I thought you wouldn't leave, I thought you loved me! You said you loved me!

[She squeaks, as if almost crying, before sniffling loudly. There's silence for a moment as she discovers the communicator. The grass rustles again, and she laughs dryly.]

Oh... my nose is bleeding again. And you can't help me, can you, Dominic? Dominic, can you hear me in this thing? Ha... I bet you can't...

Maybe you're dead, maybe that's it.

[She laughs a bit more, though it sounds airy. She sounds distracted with the next part.]

I wonder why I bleed so much... Whoever is out there, if you can hear me... my suit doesn't soak up blood, can you just bring me a towel, or something?



[[ooc: yeah, she's just sitting in a grass patch in something like a plug-suit, and totally gushin'. Oh, did I forget to mention she's also quite bipolar on or off her special meds? XD]]