[She spits on the ground, lifting an arm in the clear reflexive desire to scrub at her teeth, and restraining herself only because said arm is just as covered in dirt as her mouth is.]
[That's probably a good indication that she doesn't have more pressing physical injuries to deal with.]
N- ... no... fuck, where did that come from?
Did you do that?!
[She rubs the grit from her eyes, trying to see him and his companion more clearly-- despite her accusing tone, she knows he's not a threat. If he was, he'd already be attacking her while she was vulnerable.]
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[That's probably a good indication that she doesn't have more pressing physical injuries to deal with.]
N- ... no... fuck, where did that come from?
Did you do that?!
[She rubs the grit from her eyes, trying to see him and his companion more clearly-- despite her accusing tone, she knows he's not a threat. If he was, he'd already be attacking her while she was vulnerable.]
[And his voice does sound kinda familiar...]