[It's disconcerting, is what it is. In the brief moments they allow their eyes to open, Chara regrets it; but they need the details, letting them burn into their mind and their SOUL in the hopes that perhaps, if Sans is paying enough attention, he'll take into account the feel of it, at the least.]
I'm not sure how much of a benefit that is, in our current situation.
[Their free hand works to free their phone from their pocket, innately careful in doing so. If they drop it, this is over- but success and determination mingle together until the device is securely gripped in their palm. Blindly, they press a few buttons. Try to think of the way they would usually text, hope that something happens. A cheerful, quiet chime of a message sent meets their ears, but exactly what, and to who-
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I'm not sure how much of a benefit that is, in our current situation.
[Their free hand works to free their phone from their pocket, innately careful in doing so. If they drop it, this is over- but success and determination mingle together until the device is securely gripped in their palm. Blindly, they press a few buttons. Try to think of the way they would usually text, hope that something happens. A cheerful, quiet chime of a message sent meets their ears, but exactly what, and to who-
Who knows, really.]
Can you move at all?
[Is she willing to risk trying?]