By that description, the other one must be Rebecca. Unsurprisingly, she and I are buds. [One of the people she trusts most here, in fact.] We should all hang sometime. I bet we'd have a blast.
[But in the meantime, she's found a knife and a glass and is rolling up a sleeve and now it's... down to business. A large swallow as she places the knife on her forearm, scoring the skin (hesitation mark her way-too-vivid job training tells her, and it's so apt) but then she just grits her teeth and -- cuts. Straight across, an inch below the elbow, and it produces way more immediate bleeding than she'd thought.]
[It's not as painful as she thought it would be, however. Probably because she's a little woozy. And it is a bit messy, since she wasn't perfectly aimed over the glass. And sure is dizzying watching yourself bleed so she'll just... watch the ceiling and keep her arm on the rim of the glass.] Tell me when it's okay. And keep the comments to yourself, I'm new at this.