[The mug (mugging?) Mòrag had come to terms with. In fact, she'd accepted that there would likely be no peace tonight. At the very least the mug's persistent tapping didn't hurt.]
Does—[it?, she would have asked skeptically, but the question cuts off when cold liquid splashes against her shoulder and neck and seeps under her collar. It takes a moment more to compose herself than Mòrag would have liked.]
Think nothing of it. Accidents happen. [Well, Ochako will get the benefit of the doubt to start with, at least. The taller woman carefully leans closer, her chair scooting over, more than a little eager to put an end to the mugging.] Please, take it. I'm not even sure what's in it.
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Does—[it?, she would have asked skeptically, but the question cuts off when cold liquid splashes against her shoulder and neck and seeps under her collar. It takes a moment more to compose herself than Mòrag would have liked.]
Think nothing of it. Accidents happen. [Well, Ochako will get the benefit of the doubt to start with, at least. The taller woman carefully leans closer, her chair scooting over, more than a little eager to put an end to the mugging.] Please, take it. I'm not even sure what's in it.