The world came into a blurry focus - more or less. Tired eyes peeled themselves open, sleep presently sticking to her lids as she struggled to pry and keep them open. She couldn't be bothered to move right away, the soreness of last nights adventures still aching through her. With this level of discomfort, she knew there had been more than one endeavor last night, she just couldn't remember quite clearly with the fog and black outs from blood loss. You'd think she'd be used to it by now, but every once in a while things got a little more intense than intended, taking her over more than she'd prefer.<br/><br/>Most of her view was blocked by her outstretched arm, both of which were flat above her head, her hips twisted with one knee bent up near her ribs. She slid one hand back, a higher pitched crack and clink waking her a little quicker. It was only as she lifted her head a bit did she realize how dizzy she was, pulling her knee back in the same fashion to sit on all fours, a light crinkling sounding around her. heavy lids stared down, seeing the floor fall from under her before she realized it had only been a clear one. Her head snapped up at the neck, looked around her a moment before noticing she wasn't at home. Disko Katz was lit here and there with the light from outside, her knees further cracking the temperamental glass below her.<br/><br/>"The least you could do was take us home." she snarled.<br/><br/>The creaking continued and escalated, watching the web of cracks spread quickly. Though her weight was not excess, the damage done to it previously would not hold her. Cautious eyes scanned the edge, watching it advance without hesitation as she lifted her foot to launch herself forward like a runner. She leapt forward for the solid side, the panels beneath her collapsing in pieces and falling down another story. Her extended hand swept by the edge of the floor, several scratched marring her finger pads as she sank.<br/><br/>Without the proper time to adjust herself, she felt her legs extend, her flattened body crashing into the mess of a floor on the first level, slamming into the ruble and rained on with more glass. She laid still as they sprinkled her head, keeping her face down against a different crack, the ache devolving into pure pain. The echo of shattering was deafening to her, forcing her arms to slide through the mess, wrapping around her head after the fact, shooting pain lancing through her with every inch of movement. She looked like a scared child - legs outstretched behind her, arms encasing her head and still as the could be. It made her feel pretty pathetic.<br/><br/>She moved a moment later, releasing her head and using her weary arms to return to all fours, a sudden,<span style="font-style: italic">new</span>shooting pain emitting from her stomach. An already low head sunk forward, practically upside down as she looked over herself. Of course - could this day get any worse? Didn't it just start? He head came back up, looking forward completely irritated with her hand sliding down her torso, wrapping her fingers around the shard of glass dripping blood from her oblique. Talk about shit luck.<br/><br/>A quick yank and it was free, a small stream of blood flowing before fading into a trickle and drip. She chucked the piece forward, repositioning her hand over her wound and pressing with a choked breath. She steadied herself to take a deep breath, feeling it fill the silence far louder than it actually had. Her lips pursed firmly as she lifted a knee to stand, wobbling a step when she finally made it to her feet. Both hands now pressed the wound, the burning throb hitting her hands despite the tissue fusing already. It was by no means comfortable, and would remain such for while, but she had no right to complain. Anyone else might not have a chance. Even with the excessive agony, she forced herself to move on.<br/><br/>She dropped one hand, turning slightly at the waist as she scanned the floor. Luckily enough, her coat lay compressed under and assortment of scraps, a quick tug bringing it out with a minor snag, and still as heavy as she had regularly packed. The bending was unpleasant, but she couldn't leave it behind. Tossing it over her arm, she pressed both against her abdomen, finally lifting her free hand to her face and rubbing her eye. One side smeared back and forth across the whole of it before extending her ring finger elegantly and pulling the sleep crumbs over the bridge of her nose. They were dark and crusted, matching the splatter stains she had whipped across her face. She wouldn't notice, barely able to feel her fingers this early, which made for the occasional miss-stab to her lacrimal caruncle. A quick pinch to the bridge of her nose as she finished up, opening her eyes wide to take in the light before facing it as she popped her neck from side to side.<br/><br/>Careful steps on unsteady legs lifted over the obstacles in her path to the front door, barely standing up in it's broken hinges. Whether the explosion caused it's uneven keel, or the mass of people rushing in and out in fear, she didn't know, and couldn't bring herself to care to much, as long as it didn't come crashing down on her when passing through it.<br/><br/>A firm push opened them, snapping the flimsy yellow line that had kept people from entering. She leaned against the frame, her eyes squeezed shut at the daylight, holding the back of her hand over them for a second with a disgusted, twisted face. She looked like a drunk stumbling to life in the real world. But as she finally faced the sidewalk, she caught a glimpse of a familiar face.<br/><br/>Oh great, a cop here to arrest her for trespassing probably. She wasn't in the mood to fight, but suddenly felt self conscious with the memory of knowing him the night before. Nothing had escaped her memories, until the physical thing inside her took over - or, "escaped" rather. Only then did things get a little iffy. But as she scanned him up and down, she pulled her coat closing, tucking both arms beneath it and holding it over her torso, eyes still a bit narrowed by the light.