Threats of everloving painful fiery death or no threats of everloving painful fiery death, there was just no way Gina was going to take any more of this lying down. Kidnapped, threatened, panties stolen, carcrashed and left to freeze on the pavement, covered in gasoline in the middle of some freakish gangwar, while weird voices got all tell-all in the wind? Screw that. With a groan, she rolled onto her side and pushed herself upright, wincing as something zinged painfully in her lower back.<br/><br/>"Yes," she growled with effort as she resettled, wincing as her attempt to draw one leg up in front of her set that knee ablaze with hot pain. Just sprained, she truly hoped, but it was a little better than just laying there shivering. "Yes, I'm a cop... although I'm on goddamn probation right now, and a fat lot of good all this is going to do me," she groused, waving a hand around at the lot of them before focusing her eyes as best she could on Billy. It was unsettlingly difficult, as the world seemed to sway; really, it was her swaying where she sat, blood still trickling freely from the gash on the side of her forehead.<br/><br/>"Fuck you, I don't need your fixing," she said, not realizing quite how her voice slurred a little. One arm slung out, a finger pointing sharply at Billy before wheeling to waver toward the others who'd been in the van with her. "Fuckers kidnapped me..." the arm swung back the other way and levelled (in a manner of speaking) at the Hound. "An' he tried to eat me, but I'm not eaten. An' I wasn't wearing a damn seatbelt and I'm still not dead, so just... fuck you all. ...going home," she mumbled.<br/><br/>The world swayed again, and the wind cut bitingly into her gasoline soaked clothes. All she could think of was how now she was going to have to get another damn suit for her hearing before she could be reinstated, while she planted one hand on the ground, the other waving in the air to try to keep her balance as she worked on trying to gain her feet, roadflare forgotten, or cursed out in her mind as a better option than laying in a puddle of gas being called a weakling by some motherfucker she couldn't even see.