[Ah. Vaughn might be over it, but that's depressing as fuck to Fiona. Well... sort of. She opens her mouth to say something, then seems to think better of it and quickly switches gears, motioning for him to come out of the doorway and take a seat... like, wherever. There's the bed or the floor or the chair in front of her vanity. Choose your pick.]

Let'sss... hope that doesn't happen. I'd maybe like to see my sister again. [u know. Maybe. Whatever. It's not like she likes her or anything.]

Are you okay? When it happened to me, I felt all fucked up for a few days.