[If she could leash you, she probably would at this point, Terra. It's a terrible, unfair, selfish thought, but she's really looking forward to getting home and indulging herself in a humidifier and a nap.
Still. In an attempt to prevent a potentially embarrassing brain fart on Terra's behalf, she mutters the even room numbers on the right side of the hall to herself as the numbers climb higher and closer.]
Two hundred and eighty ... two eighty-two ... two eighty-four ...
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Still. In an attempt to prevent a potentially embarrassing brain fart on Terra's behalf, she mutters the even room numbers on the right side of the hall to herself as the numbers climb higher and closer.]
Two hundred and eighty ... two eighty-two ... two eighty-four ...