Re: Phone Call: Seven/Marta
[Her heart continues to pound almost hard enough for her to hear it, like it's pushing its way against the inside of her ribs (and almost convinced that he can hear it, over the phone line). She doesn't, can't say anything else into the silence until he speaks again, like she needs his voice to unstopper hers. And when he does, she closes her eyes, like it'll make things easier.
Continuing to press the bony points of her knuckles into her leg, rocking them back and forth, she swallows hard again and tries to relax enough for her words to flow. Even so, there's a bit of a gap between each one - not enough to be a pause, but enough to be obvious that her cadence isn't quite natural.]