Bright light, gritty sand, wash of breakers across her lower body.<em>"I'm alive.</em>Is her first bleary thought.<em>Her next is I can feel it, I can feel my gift.</em>.  But then she fades out.<br/><br/>Footsteps in the sand awaken her again, a shadow across her face leads her to open her eyes.  She cracks them a bare slit open, they fly wide as she lifts her head and tries to rise.  She sags back to the sand with what she thinks is a scream but is more likely a gurgle.  "What are you?  Sorry.  Who are you?"  She is thoroughly waterlogged, but that is not all.  she has a number of abrasions, bruises.  Odd bruises, circular, about an inch across, with what look like tiny punctures in the center, lots of them in a diagonal line seen trough the torn cotton shirt partially covering her back. She twists onto her side with effort, the line of bruises continues across her abdomen just below her breasts.  Her pants, calf-high boots are in decent shape, but her tunic is much worse for wear. " Did you find any others?"  She pants. "There were over a hundred, anybody?"  Dark brown hair, hazel eyes very fair skin, moderately endowed bosom.  She does not look to be the outdoors type.  An abrupt spasm doubles her over as she starts to cough up a goodly amount of seawater.