Yeah, I know. [She frowns and goes to fish another bandage out of the boiling pot. Something catches in her throat, and she half-coughs at it for a few seconds, like a cat with a hairball.] -Khh. You don't even- hhhhg. [She sets the tongs aside carefully, removes her mitt, steps away, and patiently, inelegantly, hacks up a cloud of Gross. As it solidifies, she pushes it to the ground, lifts a foot, and crushes it, breathing deeply through her nose.]
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