[Fortunately (or unfortunately), Ripley has become accustomed to dealing with this. The response is familiar, and she know the steps to take to swallow it beneath a stoic mask until she's finally in a safe place where she can just stare listlessly at the wall and cry. Taking the steps to manage your brain screaming at you meant the difference between life and death in a time not too long ago.
Isn't it funny? You know exactly how it's going to happen, but it doesn't make it any more pleasant to experience.
Frankly, it makes her feel sick to her stomach.
It takes Ripley a few moments to respond as she tries to compose herself again. She exhales sharply, pushing her hands against her eyes before glancing back at the stranger. Her expression appears neutral, but even Bev can see that she's shaken, and her voice has a shaky quality to it.]
I don't know--It was there, and then--
[The panic threatens to spill over yet again, but she quashes it down, focusing solely on the girl in front of her. Not now. Not here. Later. Alone.]
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Isn't it funny? You know exactly how it's going to happen, but it doesn't make it any more pleasant to experience.
Frankly, it makes her feel sick to her stomach.
It takes Ripley a few moments to respond as she tries to compose herself again. She exhales sharply, pushing her hands against her eyes before glancing back at the stranger. Her expression appears neutral, but even Bev can see that she's shaken, and her voice has a shaky quality to it.]
I don't know--It was there, and then--
[The panic threatens to spill over yet again, but she quashes it down, focusing solely on the girl in front of her. Not now. Not here. Later. Alone.]
I'm not just seeing things ag--am I?