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Character(s):Daisy
Location: Hallway
Interacting With: Raegan Black @NeonRose and Leigh Dewitt @Tarieles
Location: Hallway
Interacting With: Raegan Black @NeonRose and Leigh Dewitt @Tarieles
Daisy sighed, crossing her arms comfortably. Thank god she wasn't alone. She could handle this by herself, but she didn't particularly want to. Though, she did want to help handle it; she felt uncomfortable not know what the students were thinking about the situation. She also didn't want to be treated like a fragile object. But she would be rude to Leigh, as he seemed to only want to help, and she could respect that. She liked the man, personally, and would really like to keep on friendly terms with him.
"It's fine, Leigh. I won't break out into feathers due to some measly questions. I coughed up enough to make a plucked supermarket chicken fly again a few minutes before this mess, I doubt I'll have any more issues." She murmured reassuringly, glancing over at the students momentarily "Though some help would be nice, I can practically feel the wave of anxiety from Ul- I mean, U -over here. Which is slightly concerning, he's worse off than I. Now that you're here, I think sending him back to the west wing would be the best idea." A pause, before she continued "Not that it would stop his worrying. I'm just hoping it would lessen it. Anyway, back to the main topic: I can handle this, but help would be greatly appreciated."
She hadn't meant to go on a rant about it, but she was in fact worried. She would get into that later, though. Right now, she needed to get back to paying attention to the students. She wasn't sure what worried her more, them or her fellow supervisor. Though the opposite may seem true, she cared about the health of the students, and seeing this....scene was hardly pleasant. But she had seen it before, and she'd see it again, and at this point? Well, sadly, she was used to it.
She turned her attention back to the girl in front of her "He was not murdered, no need to spread panic. It was most likely an...accident." Yes, one hell of an accident, involving sharp rocks. A simply fantastic explanation, but the only one she had. She knew what happened, obviously, but that's just how this worked. She couldn't just blab out the answer.