Twenty-Sixth Day of Soul Searching [Accidental Voice Post]

[Grumble]

[With a shout, Lilith kicks her communicator across the floor. It is sent skidding with an audible scrape, and perhaps a light pop of static.]

Hmph. [There is a soft thud as she flops down onto the floor.]

......

[Muttered] ...You big liar.

[There is silence, and the quietest hint of a sniffle, before the transmission times out.]

[[ooc Because little girls will hate you for not getting them that pony forever.]]