[Familiar voice on this one. She stands still, knowing better than to move when her glasses are off. If they break, she can't see the Records and if she can't see those, things just go bad.

Grell crouches after a moment, feeling about herself, fingers brushing the bottom of the fountain.]

Oh, this is just lovely. Just what I wanted to do after being held captive for a month.

[SIGH]

I fit them with a chain, but I'm afraid it slipped off when they so cheerfully dumped me 15 meters off the ground.