[ Majima's rock hits its mark rather handily, but it stubbornly clings on Yako's arm, though the shock of the impact so close shakes her out of her daze enough to try and tug her arm out of the plant. It's stubborn, though -- the robes she's changed into provide plenty of material for the plant to stubbornly cling on to, the slippery hooks along the pitcher's 'throat' less conducive to yanking her arm back out. There isn't any pain yet, but she can feel the fluid pooling at the bottom already soaking into her clothes. ]
I'm ... I'm all right! [ She manages to get out, shaking her head. Ugh, if only she could do something about that smell. She tries yanking harder, but at length, she has to admit the obvious. ]
is this a good time to ask how majima's singing voice is...
I'm ... I'm all right! [ She manages to get out, shaking her head. Ugh, if only she could do something about that smell. She tries yanking harder, but at length, she has to admit the obvious. ]
... I'm stuck.