-14.2 ml- [accidental voice]

[It starts out with coughing. After a few long seconds of this, Anemone takes a few short pants, trying to catch her breath. She sounds tired and strained, worn out, like she's talking just to talk. It's not to anyone particular; actually, she can't even recall turning on her communicator.]

H-hiber...nat...ing... like... bugs...

B-b-but... Ane-mo... ne... is a...ffflower.

Flower... bug...

[She coughs again. Something metal clanks against the ground, followed by a thud of her falling. She spends a good deal trying to catch her breath.]

W-where... did I... end... u-up...?