Somewhat bitterly, Isadora chuckled. "Yehs, if onleh we could tehll, so thaht we might get to th' bunker in tihme. Unfortunahteleh, thaht's quite difficuhlt t' do, so... The behst we cahn do f'r now is hope we ahll survihve th' ehxplosion."Isadora stood, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear and stretching her arms. She sighed once more, placing her hands on her hips and looking back to her frequent visitor. "Nohw, if there's nohthin' more t' discuhss for th' time bein', I suhggest we both go an' get some rehst. Ehssential for th' health, y'know." She gave Claire a kind little smile and walked over to the small television, turning off the console. She could always try replaying the song when she didn't feel so bone-legged tired.
"Wehll, good dahy to you, Claihre. Tahke care of yoursehlf." These words were spoken in both the medicinal sense, and in the sense that one would say when departing from a friend.
