Somnambulance [Retconned]

[Toaster]

Olivia frowned behind him at his persistence.

"Yeah, it's embarrassing," she answered with a tone of finality. "Nothing to worry about."

As the ship settled down in the hideout's cavern-like hangar, Olivia released her grip on the pilot seat's backrest, only now noticing that she had held on tightly enough for her knuckles to turn white. In fact, her entire body was tense, her shoulders and back beginning to ache. She took another deep breath, trying to stand at ease.

"As good as I can be under the circumstances," she replied to Damien's second inquiry, trying to sound more relaxed and confident, like her usual self. Truth be told, she had no idea whether she was doing well. She continued to worry about her blackouts, she was exhausted, and the stress of being on the run from the law was consolidating into a firm, pounding precursor of a migraine.

Sh*t, she kicked herself. I forgot my god damn meds.

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Olivia Sable