[she sure does sound like she's dying! and roxy doesn't like the sound of it. it makes her uncomfortable and sad because, well. alyce feels like any other online friend she's made. knowing someone through more than a screen has always been more a luxury than a requirement for roxy lalonde. her eyes widen, the pink of them seeming more red in the lights.]
We've gotta get you into one of the suits! Come on! [she's not worried about herself because again. she can breathe in space. she'll be ok maybe.]
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We've gotta get you into one of the suits! Come on! [she's not worried about herself because again. she can breathe in space. she'll be ok maybe.]