杳: [ visual | location: frye ranch's field ]

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It's not right.

The realization (worms can live when they're cut in half, regenerate their parts when they're left behind, but she's not Eisenia fetida, but they're all over, the interim is over) and the absence that defies physics hits River quietly this time. The shock is sudden, Serenity and Simon gone in one go, no infirmary to check. No more passenger quarters to run through. What else there is, the knowing that it isn't some trick of mind or hamsters, leeches in slowly.

At least she was set down on the ground gently.

When the visual clicks on, River is sitting in a field in the middle of a moderately sized pile of things. It's obvious she's been (is, caught in the current, it's current) crying. Even behind the hair, with her head nodding awkwardly as she chews the nails on her right hand.

Her left hand is holding a vest.

"Forgot the footprint," she speaks between fingers, keeps her eyes down but they don't stay looking at one spot for long. "Took the foot, the-- Tibia. The tarsus but not the print."

Today will probably not be a good day.