Dirae turns away from the door towards the sound of the man rummaging, finding her left eye seared shut, she raises an eyebrow the other eye opening, painfully squinting at the odd character. He is nearly a foot taller than her and easily twice her weight. With slightly odd exaggerated mannerisms.
She was about to refuse his offer of help when a rushing in her ears causes her to stagger back, reaching back to find the wall, instead her legs give way and she slides down the door to the floor.
Bringing her knees to her chest she hugs them resting her head on her knees, she forces a long exhale hoping to bring more air into her lungs, but she still is struggling. The burning rasping sensation still prevalent
It takes all her concentration but she finally forms the words she is looking for,
[i]" The name's Dirae Renoir, .."[/i] She forces another exhale,[i] "...was home, it had been a long night, went home had a shower, a drink, fell asleep there and woke up here.
As for why I am a bloody mess..not sure where to start on that."[/i]
Pausing to gather her thoughts she replies[i] " what about you, looks like you been here a while?"[/i]
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