Storm sat up and burped again, she was not worried about being naked; hell she had spent time in barracks and foxholes and camped with her unit. Fack in the army one did not even get to piss on privately. However someone had taken her grog. Her own special recipe and that to say it politely did not please her.<br/><br/>Her grey eyes hardened and became cold as she turned to the elf. “Fer facks sake rabbit if I were drunk I would not have this bastard of a headache.” Anyone close could feel her anger…”They stole me bloody grog…they stole me baccy…bastards.”  The woman coughed and spat up something rotten onto the floor a little close to Quilla, it certainly did not look healthy.<br/><br/>Her attentions were then on the young woman. “Sorry abaat vat Princess. As for being injured ‘part from the bastard behind the eyes I have ‘ad worse. Don’t worry that pretty ‘ead, about it. There was another cough “and for the facks sake we are all fackin’ women we ‘ave tits and bits.”  She shook her head at the two women as she tried to stand.<br/><br/>This woman was certainly a mess, many scars covered her body, it was a surprise she had survived.<br/><br/>“Well its time ta find me grog…” When she stood the way Storm held her self was a little different to one might expect, the way a Lady might…. “By the way yeah can call me Storm.” After looking about for an improvised weapon the woman looked to the others her whole presence was different. “If we want ta get out we need ta defend ourselves…”<br/><br/>Even with a hangover from the abyss this woman appeared to know how to look after herself.<br/>