You hear Rumi sneeze. Despite her muscular and athletic build she sneezes a lot like a small child. She had her body wrapped around a heavy blanket. Her back reclined into the couch. She spoke, her tone of voice is hoarse. Though she looked so irritated.

— "What are you looking at? I know I'm sick, don't run it in."

She lets out a sniffle and averted her gaze away from you. A pout on her lips.