[ jenna's scrubbed at her face, but she can smell the spots she missed, and her shirt's a lost cause-- there's something horrifying and at the same time banal about how much she's angry about that, the loss of a shirt, when there are bodies scattered around the damn ship. she put one of them there herself, and it's the shirt that keeps circling her mind now that the adrenaline is leaving her in a rush. ]

I ruined my shirt.

[ she slumps next to him, raising a hand to wipe ineffectively at her face. ] I didn't mean to say that, but I'm maybe coming down a little and I just-- keep thinking about how much I like this stupid shirt.

[ her voice cracks on the last word, and she clears her throat. ] Sorry.