[Don't hiss like that, Kurt, she can't handle someone worrying about her right now. She can't look into the feed, she's looking somewhere off to the side, at a chair. It's easier to ignore what she recorded when she's talking to a chair that sounds like Kurt.]

They've had to pry me out of the building before. I can probably frame this as... some kind of stress-induced hysteria and it won't come off as playing hooky. Probably. [Her job is still one of the few things she cares about. She finds herself actively hoping they don't dismiss her for losing her goddamn mind.]

Maybe I can find some doctor who can... I don't know, put me in a fast-healing tube of some sort.