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[Well, someone's seen better days. The harsh fluorescent lighting of medical already fails to do anyone any favors, but for someone in Tenten's condition, the negatives are probably a little more accented. The right side of her face is covered in fading yellow and green bruises and almost-healed cuts. The left is simply bandaged over, like a mask. Beeping sounds in the background confirm what the awful looking paper gown and the pathetic pillow under her head hint: she's still undergoing treatment.

She reaches up with a hand and adjusts the screen she's viewing on. Her comm was destroyed, so she's using Medical's screens to broadcast. Whether or not this is allowed might be in question, but sharp eyes might spot the reflection of someone in the room with her in the highly polished surfaces around her.]

Lady Fifth. [Her voice is still off. Words slightly slurred. And her eye isn't quite focused on the screen, more like she's staring through it. Those must be some hefty painkillers.] 'm ready for debriefing.

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[A flash of irritation crosses her face. Then concern. Then confusion. There's a motion in the shadows behind the screen and it slowly fades into a sort of ambivalence as some more whispers are heard.]

Disappeared. No poof, no drop, just gone. Not one of my time-space jutsus. And, uh. She wasn't wearing enough to hide it in during that part.

[Tenten had thought it was embarrassing at first, but when she saw the suit all packaged to prevent any mess or damage, the reasoning had clicked in her head.]