While Becca was unable to see what exactly was<i> in</i>the bottle, the redhead could tell that the woman (<a class="username" data-user-id="2453" data-username="@Zulma" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2453/">@Zulma</a>) that had been hoisted into the tree by another (<a class="username" data-user-id="5411" data-username="@Chartreux" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5411/">@Chartreux</a>) had indeed found a small bottle within the hollow of the tree. It soon became clear that something... wait, something was<i>wrong </i>with the woman. Features darkening, Becca straightened from the door where she'd been leaning, coming up to her full height. Even if this was a dream, that didn't mean she wanted to see anyone hurt in it. The woman had stopped speaking mid-sentence, and seemed almost frozen now. Was she.. having a seizure? A stroke?<br/><br/>As soon as the stranger began to fall, Becca was on the move. She was too far away to try and catch the woman - besides, there were already people nearby to try to break her fall (<a class="username" data-user-id="5865" data-username="@Josey" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5865/">@Josey</a>,<a class="username" data-user-id="5411" data-username="@Chartreux" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5411/">@Chartreux</a>) - but the small, glass bottle, glinting as it soared through the air, was what Becca's dark gaze latched onto.  It would be close. She ran, bursting into a sprint to try and beat the vial's arc, but it rapidly became clear that she wouldn't make it in time. The woman took a leap of faith, burgundy-clad arms outstretched and hands splayed in effort.<br/><br/>The vial bounced from one fingertip to the next... and then fell to the ground at<i>just</i>the wrong angle. Its delicate glass shattered (<a class="username" data-user-id="240" data-username="@LeStrange" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/240/">@LeStrange</a>) and then crunched beneath the torso of Becca's jumpsuit as she, too, connected with the floor. A grunt escaped her, some wind knocked from her lungs, and it took her a few, long seconds to say or do anything.<br/><br/>"...<i>Fuck</i>," she finally repeated herself from earlier, though this time as a sigh while she began to push herself up from the ground. A faint wince caught her features as she stood. "...Sorry." Though sparing in words, the redhead's tone didn't seem entirely unfriendly. In fact, she seemed a little self-conscious about her show of effort, crossing her arms again once she'd straightened to stand amid the remnants.