[Have a completely discombobulated Heather-- barefoot, one strap of her top partially hooked over an ear and the other sliding down somewhere around her elbow, hair EVERYWHERE, and eyes like saucers.]
[She stumbles backwards once the door opens, and then disjointedly looks Liquid up and down.]
.... Okay, you exist.
[.... 8I .... Wandering back down the hall now...]
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[She stumbles backwards once the door opens, and then disjointedly looks Liquid up and down.]
.... Okay, you exist.
[.... 8I .... Wandering back down the hall now...]