[ she knows better than to respond when she is still coughing, thrown by the explosion and the strange gas that fills her lungs — it is not before she has made it home, until she has assured her brothers that really, she is fine, after she has retired to her room and muffled her continued coughs into the woollen blanket on her bed, that she finally picks up the device and answers. ]
Forgive me for the wait, Jean. What is it? Is something wrong? [ other than the explosion, of course... ]
( i'm so so sorry for this ridiculously delayed response -- i got back from my hiatus early this month and it's taken me a while to adjust to regular life and tagging rhythm. if you'd rather leave this here, don't hesitate to poke me on plurk and we can talk about handwaving the rest! but if you want to keep this thread going, i'm game for that too c: )
Oh, [ she says, only now realizing that not mentioning the explosion was... probably not a smart evasion tactic. ] Yes, I did. It was so loud I am sure everyone must have.
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voicemail; after the explosion
Hey, Sansa, it's Jean. Call me back as soon as you get this, okay?
[ She's gonna go nuts, pacing around in her place. Ugh. ]
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Forgive me for the wait, Jean. What is it? Is something wrong? [ other than the explosion, of course... ]
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You didn't hear the explosion?
[ Sansa pls. ]
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Oh, [ she says, only now realizing that not mentioning the explosion was... probably not a smart evasion tactic. ] Yes, I did. It was so loud I am sure everyone must have.