I'm fine. [Just as automatic, as matter-of-fact, before she's even taken a moment to really know the answer. She glances down at herself belatedly, but nothing hurts, and she has her stele if she needs it.] Just shaken up.
[She finally lets go of the woman's hand, reaching up to sweep her hair back from her face. A missing piece of equipment: a hairtie. But Izzy had never been the type to keep one on her wrist, usually committed to whatever hair style she'd chosen for the duration of the day (or night). Bizarrely, it's that thought that suddenly makes her feel completely and utterly unprepared for what's happening. The smile she gives is tinged wry, glancing back at the cracked open pod.]
This definitely isn't how I usually make an entrance.
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[She finally lets go of the woman's hand, reaching up to sweep her hair back from her face. A missing piece of equipment: a hairtie. But Izzy had never been the type to keep one on her wrist, usually committed to whatever hair style she'd chosen for the duration of the day (or night). Bizarrely, it's that thought that suddenly makes her feel completely and utterly unprepared for what's happening. The smile she gives is tinged wry, glancing back at the cracked open pod.]
This definitely isn't how I usually make an entrance.