Dmitri manages a look up at him, lips pulled back to reveal bloody teeth as she tries to tamp down the nausea and get the taste of Bastard out of her mouth. Her eyes are hard, the pain and dizziness and anger all twisted up inside them, and her head is ringing and she's not thinking very clearly in any case.
"You should wash that," she says distantly, because Dmitri default is to say whatever comes into her head, no matter how stupid it is. "...I have rabies."
She's expecting a flash of pain from the lie, though how that's going to manifest when her entire head is an echo chamber of hurt, she's not sure.
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Date: 2008-10-03 11:21 pm (UTC)"You should wash that," she says distantly, because Dmitri default is to say whatever comes into her head, no matter how stupid it is. "...I have rabies."
She's expecting a flash of pain from the lie, though how that's going to manifest when her entire head is an echo chamber of hurt, she's not sure.