Her whole being screamed the wrongness of all this to her. Nothing about it made any sense. Her head was hurting, her lungs struggling, and it really was a fortunate thing that the whole business happened after her trip to the bathroom. Or she probably would have soiled herself.
But hey, at least she wasn't alone? The man came rushing after her, and cut off her path to the building. He kept talking, offering reassurance and help, and she really should be grateful, she supposed. But his own distraught state didn't really offer that much comfort, and she wasn't the type to throw herself around the neck of the first best individual that showed up. This wasn't a fairy tale after all, and she always hated the trope that said the first guy to appear was the one who got the girl in the end.
"I... uh.. " It was a strangled sound, and she cleared her throat. Tried again. But.. what could she really say? It was cold and wet and she was only dressed in a pyjamas, drenched through and clinging to her in a way that showed off every unflattering bulge and roll on her body. Even in the midst of a crisis, she grew self conscious, and rather pointlessly tried to suck in her stomach. It didn't help.
"Okay," she finally said. Rather weakly. Unable to come up with any better alternatives. The notion of examining the building and looking for that portal flitted through her mind, but lacked the courage - and frankly, the willpower - to insist on it.
Shelter and some decent clothes sounded... agreeable. Easier.
"Okay."
But hey, at least she wasn't alone? The man came rushing after her, and cut off her path to the building. He kept talking, offering reassurance and help, and she really should be grateful, she supposed. But his own distraught state didn't really offer that much comfort, and she wasn't the type to throw herself around the neck of the first best individual that showed up. This wasn't a fairy tale after all, and she always hated the trope that said the first guy to appear was the one who got the girl in the end.
"I... uh.. " It was a strangled sound, and she cleared her throat. Tried again. But.. what could she really say? It was cold and wet and she was only dressed in a pyjamas, drenched through and clinging to her in a way that showed off every unflattering bulge and roll on her body. Even in the midst of a crisis, she grew self conscious, and rather pointlessly tried to suck in her stomach. It didn't help.
"Okay," she finally said. Rather weakly. Unable to come up with any better alternatives. The notion of examining the building and looking for that portal flitted through her mind, but lacked the courage - and frankly, the willpower - to insist on it.
Shelter and some decent clothes sounded... agreeable. Easier.
"Okay."
