She can do this. She can. Already has. She just has to actually decide to actually step up to the fucking plate and deal with it. Like dealing with it yesterday hadn't been entirely like pulling her skin off inch by inch like it didn't matter, and like it wasn't bleeding part of her dry.

It only feels a good deal like stabbing herself, when she pulls up her communicator, juggling some grocery bags to free an arm, and tries to make it sound easy. "Allison Hargreeves."