[ Sarah isn't in a huge hurry to open the door. She's not sure who she's expecting, either. Sarissa, or even worse, Cosima or Alison here to yell at her about Sarissa. When she opens the door and sees—nobody, she's too surprised, at first, even to look down. When she does, and sees the envelope—"I'm sorry"—she knows immediately who must have left it, and she steps out into the hall without even registering the little boat next to the doorway.
She can see how bad off Sarissa is even from a distance, and her stomach immediately seems to curdle with guilt. She opens her mouth, hesitates, then pushes the nervousness away. ]
Oi, you weren't even gonna make sure some arsehole didn't swing by and steal this shit?
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She can see how bad off Sarissa is even from a distance, and her stomach immediately seems to curdle with guilt. She opens her mouth, hesitates, then pushes the nervousness away. ]
Oi, you weren't even gonna make sure some arsehole didn't swing by and steal this shit?