Um, [she blows her nose again. Hopefully that'll slow down the sniffles and unpleasantness. Her voice is still shot to hell, though.]

I-I th'nk I have a... "cold." [it's foreign on her tongue, like she's never been ill before, or even thought she could be.]

W' all 'ttacked th' town, and got droned t' sing carols f'r 24 hours. But th' fakes helped too, and th' same thing happened t' them... y'can't drone a drone, right? And a drone won't 'ttack Mayf'ld, so... it w's all a lie. Th'r are no fakes!

[and she's back to coughing.]