Half now was not the most sociable person at the best of times, and even less so than when she had a hangover, she was aware of various voices but was at present unaware of exactly what was being said, or at least her brain was taking its time processing it. She moved a little closer, coming out from what had been her bed from the night. It was a woman, her shape showed that, and she was fully clothed, in some what dishevelled garments that likely needed a good wash. Her knuckles were bound in rags and bloodied though it was likely not her own.<br/><br/>Though scarred the female seemed to be in relatively good shape, she was athletic, and somewhat wirey, likely someone that could fight, and was not afraid to.  Running her hands over her head then pinching the bridge of her nose, she coughed again, and seemed to try an focus, placing everyone in the cavern.<br/><br/><em>fack..</em><br/><br/>“old yer.bleedin’ ‘osses there pretty b…” she did not finish what she was about to say as the deed appeared to be done. Half Now then face palmed and regretted it because it just sent another sharp pain to her already throbbing head. Her eyes were more open now as she saw what transpired. “Fackin’ Marvelous.”   The day had certainly started badly and it looked like it was not going to get better any time soon, in fact it was likely going to get a whole lot worse.<br/><br/><em>Did someone really say their name was Fancy Pants?</em><br/>