"Sin... Irina is right. Ah got some serious issue dat need to be worked out before anyt'ing else in mah life." Alisa placed a hand on her forhead, groaning a little. "Ah'm no good to dis team if all ah wanna do is rip apart someone for sumt'ing stupid. An' well... ah do wanna get bettah. So... ah guess ah'm gonna be goin'. Ah'll catch de next flight out dere, an' call de place to tell'em ah'm on mah way."
Alisa frowned a little, putting down the carton with fried okra in it. She started to head out of the kitchen and towards her bedroom to pack. "Oh... umm... tell Nick ah'll be back soon."
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