Fuu flinches a little at the question, then takes a deep breath to try and get a grip on herself. (It's not very effective.)
"Oh, Mister McCrimmon- I don't know. I really just don't know. And... it's not so much that I feel sick as- as... I'm sorry. P-please, sit down? There is something I should... tell you."
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"Oh, Mister McCrimmon- I don't know. I really just don't know. And... it's not so much that I feel sick as- as... I'm sorry. P-please, sit down? There is something I should... tell you."