Don't Be a Brat, Slinky. That's My Profession.

Ugh. So fleeing Ebou Dar in one hell of a hurry, then helping a totally wiped out Karla back to her cabin (and snarking the whole way) before making it back to her own would've been tiring enough as it was; doing it not that many hours after getting both arms freaking dislocated in a fight was worse. Throw in the constant ravenous hunger-- because she didn't have enough of an appetite on a regular basis as it was, apparently-- that she'd been stuck with ever since Nynaeve'd healed her (and that was still kind of freaky if she let herself think about it, so she wasn't) and really, the wittiest summary of the entire situation Kennedy could come up with was Ugh.

She'd stopped outside the cabin long enough to call in a delivery order from Pizza Planet and one from Ching Tai, and no, she was not going to take no for an answer from anyone as far as delivering to the campground went, she would pay whatever she had to as long as they made it happen now, thank you very much. And now, having barely flopped onto her alcove bed with her eyes shut, it hit her that they had to move back out of the cabins tonight.

Kennedy really ought to be ecstatic about that, but right now?

Ugh.

[[mostly establishy, but open for cabinmates. why not?]]