Tamara Sable || Antalyon

[There's a shuffling sound, and then a grumbling that can't quite be made out. When she finally speaks, there's an odd edge to her voice; maybe panic, maybe anger, maybe something else entirely.]

Anyone care to explain why the tattoo I didn't want is now imitating poison oak and spreading up my leg?

[She pauses, and there's a bit more shuffling.]

It looks like it's supposed to be words, but I can't read them. And that's saying something.

So, anyone got any calamine? Anything to stop this, or am I going to end up walking around one giant sign that I can't read?

[There's a long pause, and when she speaks again her voice is softer, and there's clear awkwardness in the slow way she's talking.]

Calvin? I just wanted to...apologize again. You know. For the...stuff that happened. I'm...really sorry, about that.

[And then she mumbles.]

But at least you're safe.