[ The device, as always, is in her pocket and as always it is not the cellphone she is familiar with. It will not call Facon, and it will not call Cotnari. She's almost used to it now though, being jerked back and forth between lives, expectations, sitting in between states and never able to settle into one.

She's dressed well, for once, a white suit and sunglasses. She had been on a boat, watching a pirate lounge in front of her ganglord and ask what he could do for her.

Carla stares down into the device in her palm and it flickers to life, always so obnoxiously cheeky.

Carla's resigned to it. ]

You never can resist interrupting.

[ A hand goes back through her hair, and she looks around the square. Only a few people look back at her. It is, in fact, not the strange for people to come out of the sky around here. ]

I'm sure you all must have missed me.

ACTION

So...uh...yesterday was a curse, I'm assuming?

...Because I'm not normally clumsy, and my luck may not be the best but it's not the worst...

And, uh, well, I don't know how I managed to do it. I was taking Pooka out for a walk, he chased after some squirrels, the leash got tangled on my hand...long story short, but I think I may have broken my hand?

It's swollen and as purple as an eggplant and it hurts like hell, so...yeah, I think its broken.

Can somebody keep an eye on Pooka while I go get this wrapped up?