[ she's wobbly as she climbs to her feet, pain lancing up her side, but putting weight on her left foot does not feel so bad. thank the twelve that the bullet did not hit anything particularly vital.
with her hands braced on his shoulders she straightens up, and though she is unsteady she seems more than able to stand on her own. okay. dipping her head in a nod, she exhales. ]
All right. Give me a moment to.. wash up.
[ her hands are sticky with drying blood, and there's plenty of it streaking down her leg.. best not to wander around like this. ]
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with her hands braced on his shoulders she straightens up, and though she is unsteady she seems more than able to stand on her own. okay. dipping her head in a nod, she exhales. ]
All right. Give me a moment to.. wash up.
[ her hands are sticky with drying blood, and there's plenty of it streaking down her leg.. best not to wander around like this. ]