[Jogging looked too desperate, so she just sort of... speedwalks after him until she'd gotten to him, whereupon she stops, chest still heaving slightly. She'd gone at that bag so long that it'd actually left her feeling a little lightheaded now that she'd stopped.]
I'm not-- .... well, yeah. I'm mad. But not at anybody. Just at... I don't know. Not really.
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I'm not-- .... well, yeah. I'm mad. But not at anybody. Just at... I don't know. Not really.
[A little more TIRED, but... not much better.]