"Gina," she said shortly from her distinctly cold and uncomfortable position on the ground; it was cold as a frozen hell out these days anyway, and still in the skirt she'd had to wear for the meeting down at the precinct it was even worse. Top that off with the fact that, having just crawled out of the wreck, she was awkwardly on the ground and doused with gasoline, it wasn't in the least surprising that the dark-haired woman was already starting to shiver.<br/><br/>Her gaze was steady though, pinned on the man bending over her.<br/><br/>"I need to get out of here," she said, before the fumes were too much to try to speak through, and her hand reflexively whipped up to politely cover her mouth during a burst of coughing. Her empty hand, she realized. Her head whirled and spun, sending the world around her into a crazy tilt that made her teeter dangerously into nausea, though she hadn't moved.<br/><br/>The warmth of the dark trickled seeping down out of her hairline, tickling its way across her right temple, was not as comforting to the chilled and injured woman as one might hope. "Think I'm... ow."