The worst of it catches her on her arm, with more of it splashing onto her legs when the pot lands at her feet and clatters around. Luckily, her boots protect her feet from most of it. Less luckily is the fact that her forearms were exposed, and her skin ain't taking this well.
She makes a brief, strangled sound as she's pulled away, and then— silence.
... Sure hope it's just the adrenaline masking the pain, because she sure isn't feeling it where the water made direct contact with her forearm. When she finds her voice again, it's a little on the shaky side.]
What did I— oh... R-Right, lukewarm water. Then, we... [...] I'm sorry, Director.
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Bad.
The worst of it catches her on her arm, with more of it splashing onto her legs when the pot lands at her feet and clatters around. Luckily, her boots protect her feet from most of it. Less luckily is the fact that her forearms were exposed, and her skin ain't taking this well.
She makes a brief, strangled sound as she's pulled away, and then— silence.
... Sure hope it's just the adrenaline masking the pain, because she sure isn't feeling it where the water made direct contact with her forearm. When she finds her voice again, it's a little on the shaky side.]
What did I— oh... R-Right, lukewarm water. Then, we... [...] I'm sorry, Director.