by Miriam Bell » Wed Aug 14, 2019 4:55 am
Miriam bursts out laughing. And not even sarcastically, although it does sound a little desperate or unhinged.
"Yes, bloody great telepath that I am I could. Not. Shut. You. Out. You're loud, you're impulsive and rash, you're so bloody American it's like a lorry driving through my damn skull. Sorry. Truck." she adds, this time with that dry sarcasm. "I got tricked, lost my one actual friend when I tried to help him, bloody died so undignified it only sort of stuck, drove my girlfriend into cult of loonies, almost got killed again by my former friend, accidentally turned him into a murderer and almost killed some rich magnate's daughter tonight because I let her talk me into tripping my buttocks off on some insane mutant juice, a trip that does not seem to have ended yet because why else would you seem to be wearing a bloody cowboy hat in the middle of the god damn night." she ends her rant on a comment that is definitely not factually accurate.
"So I am so very sorry if I bit you. Once. Because I was hungry and lonely and lost every last person who ever gave even the slightest shit about me."