...sorry. [ All very slurred. She's lucky she doesn't bite her tongue. Again. ] Should'a watched where you put your feet.
[ Then she recoils away from the smell of her vomit, which is littered with shrimp tails, bits of cookies that were swallowed near-whole, and familiar red berries... like off PM's crown. ] Whatever the fuck...
I said I was fi------ne. [ The pause comes as she dazes, and clutches tighter to Karkat's shirt. ] I need to recuperate. Now.