What's with this sheet?! [ More rippling cloth before Fenimore finally rolls over onto her hands and knees, the cloth receeding as she looks to the door. ...No one there?
Though she remains off-camera, she calms down enough to actually answer the question ] ...I--I think so. Someone dropped a...bedsheet over my head. With...eyeholes. [ She's now too preoccupied with poking at said eyeholes with her fingers to try to retrieve her journal again for now. ]
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Though she remains off-camera, she calms down enough to actually answer the question ] ...I--I think so. Someone dropped a...bedsheet over my head. With...eyeholes. [ She's now too preoccupied with poking at said eyeholes with her fingers to try to retrieve her journal again for now. ]