Time-bubble. [She states again, a little distractedly, with a short nod. Her daze breaks when Rayne asks about her Scythe.]

It's a Scythe. And it's.. [On her bed.] Around.

[More pausing.] Anyway, I should probably get back to figuring out how to not die a stress-related death. [Short whine.] This would all be so much easier if I could just chop his head off and call it a day.