Ow. Ow. Ow.<br/><br/>That was about the only thought going through Sarianna's mind, until the pain meds kicked in. Thankfully, they took effect fairly quickly, while still leaving her lucid enough to use the first aid kit. Then a long, slow drive home, between the meds and the broken arm, driving at a very slow pace, just fast enough to not have someone drive her off the road.<br/><br/>After that, she spends a couple of days preparing, sorting out her affairs, and job hunting; tough to do, with a broken arm, but eventually she gets a part-time job. Far from glamorous, but all the more reason to get back to her<em>real</em>job, once she's healed.<br/><br/>Getting off of a long shift, she's nursing a headache and a bottle of whiskey, when the knock comes at her door.<em>Who the fuck could that be?</em>she thinks, as she grabs one of her pistols, and goes to open the door, keeping it hidden in case it's not someone she wants to shoot, like a thief, or a door-to-door religion pusher.<br/><br/>She gives a fairly surprised look, to actually see the elf, again, and simply stands there for a minute. "How... did you find me?" she asks, incredulously.