Zoe is muttering.
She might be muttering as she stalks through the halls towards the infirmary with a hand over her bleeding arm. She might be muttering in the infirmary. She might be muttering over the state of her dress (because dammit, she liked that one), but more likely she's muttering about the situation Andrea just spilled. Come talk to her and she'll mutter to you, too.
Better yet, come help her sew her arm back together, because her sewing skills stop short of being able to reach her own upper arm.
[[ooc: Backdated to yesterday, follows this yet to be finished log, but at some point Andrea will be spilling the beans to Zoe about what they're actually doing there.]]
She might be muttering as she stalks through the halls towards the infirmary with a hand over her bleeding arm. She might be muttering in the infirmary. She might be muttering over the state of her dress (because dammit, she liked that one), but more likely she's muttering about the situation Andrea just spilled. Come talk to her and she'll mutter to you, too.
Better yet, come help her sew her arm back together, because her sewing skills stop short of being able to reach her own upper arm.
[[ooc: Backdated to yesterday, follows this yet to be finished log, but at some point Andrea will be spilling the beans to Zoe about what they're actually doing there.]]