[ It's funny, how the first thing she worries about when she pulls away her hands is that she's smudging her eyeliner. As if it's even actually there, as if that's even a worry after you've just gotten choked out. It's so normal and her chest heaves again like she might actually cry; she stops herself before then. ]

Not ex - exactly your f-fault. [ Her head shakes minutely at the stammer as she inspects the heels of her hands, sniffing once and resolutely looking very much not at Bucky. It's really not his fault. She smiles a bit crestfallen and wipes uselessly at her eyes as a few tears do start streaming. Fuck, shit. ]

Was kinda - kinda hoping our first meeting would go a little better, though.

[ She doesn't get it. After Helena'd come back, Sarah'd vouched for her. She'd claimed no harm on the other clones since. And yet she has people talking about time travel, people from other worlds entirely.

With a press of her hands into the mattress beneath her she tries to push herself into a more upright position, aching muscles and all - he wasn't lying about that whole hurting thing - and her face twists a bit with it as she goes. ]

And here I a-am trying to puzzle it out, oh - Ooh, I really need to drink something.