[She should move. Right. She manages to look over and shoot Gambit one last glare before standing, stumbling a bit when the blankets tangle around her legs. Grace incarnate, she's supposed to be, trained to be, and she is tripping over blankets like an idiot! She twists, sways, and tips over in Lupin's direction. Wonderful. She is going to fall on him, and it will hurt his ribs, and she will be one of the worst attending physicians of all time. This is mortifying. Unable to change her direction she holds a hand out to catch the arm of Lupin's seat, hoping to pull herself away from landing on him.]
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Merde.