Jenna: *she shakes her head* I’ve made you despise being with me so many times. You hate my ways and me for having those ways. *she releases a soft sigh* And I still don’t know what you mean. I am me.. *all throughout this time, her one glove has still be progressively tightening further on her hand. By now, it’s squeezed through the padding that is designed to insulate the circuitry as well as make the gloves more comfortable against her skin. So, blood begins to slowly drip down from the edges of the glove and its various segments*
Psychotic: *finally begins to come to. As she returns to consciousness, she manages to keep herself from making any groaning noises. Instead, she just slowly cracks open her right eye so that she can survey her current situation*