Sam A/Lin A
[She stares at this forever, and she's worn and frayed from keeping up appearances by this point. She almost doesn't answer at all, but she knows Lin has a big fucking mouth, and she knows he'll pass it along. In the end, that's what gets her typing, because all she can remember is the way they looked at her, and it makes her stomach roil and hurt. She's already asked if any of them are around, so she knows the answer is no.] Yeah, listen, I'm fucking fine. The cops said there were pictures or whatever, but they were bullshit set up crap. The bruises aren't anything. Nothing happened I only remember bits andI don't want to remember anything else. So, just calm the fuck down or whatever, yeah? It's fine. I'll be out in a couple of days or something. So, just tell Neil and Daniel to calm the fuck down. Everything's cool. Nothing is fucked up. I don't need to be watched over or babied or anything. This is no big fucking deal, and I don't want to fucking talk about it.