Marissa falls to her knees, too weak to sink with more grace than a discarded doll.  The floor is hard and there's a jolt of pain, some part of her is dimly aware that she's going to have bruises.  She sways on her knees dangerously close to passing out.  But she can't..  it's too hard to think of why but she just can't.<br/><br/>Her face comes up as she turns slightly to look at Naiobe with hazy unfocused eyes.  She feels almost drunk, the pain and her heartbeat merging into a deep throbbing that fills her.  As she sinks back onto her heels, the plug shifts and she moans as it re-enters her awareness.<br/><br/>"S-still inssside..." she slurs.