_{[For probably the first time, Otacon would be able to see real, genuine fear in Heather's eyes (or... well, eye).]}

But-- ... I- ... Hal, what, you think I did this to myself?!

_{[She gestured to her blackened eye, to the cuts and scrapes that littered every inch of exposed skin.]}

I was back there and--- and they were after me again, I wouldn't have--! ... I'm not crazy!!

_{[Whoa way to take the wrong message away from THAT, Heather. Her voice took on a sort of high, hysterical note, and promptly disappeared because her sore throat just couldn't handle that register.]}