[ fortunately, she's not too far gone yet. she still has her clothes on, and it doesn't hurt quite yet, she just. she can feel it, it's rising to the surface, she can feel it pushing at the inside of her ribs where her lungs should be. sally can't breathe, not like she should.

and somehow, she totally wasn't expecting him. his sudden appearance in her room earns a momentary deer-in-headlights oh-shit look before she shakes her head. ]

No, no no no, you-, you seriously can not be here. [ and she contemplates jittering in place for a second but instead wants to make sure he gets out, so she's heading over to take him by the shoulder and tug him toward the door. ] Thanks for the support and all but you need to go. Like, I'll text you as soon as it's over, how's that? [ but she's clearly barely managing this 'casual' thing, and he could get out of her grip pretty easily if he tried. ]