[Near-by, Jacky's hunting her own wisp, a rope net held out before her as she drunkenly lurches after it. Most days, she can deal with the way her stupid limbs and arms have thrown her balance off, but having stumbled into the damn wisp because she'd tripped off the goddamn steps of her goddamn trailer hasn't left her in a mood to be cheerful about it.
She snarls through her teeth as she casts the net and misses. Again.] I don't bloody well know.
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She snarls through her teeth as she casts the net and misses. Again.] I don't bloody well know.