Drael's remark did nothing to help Valla's composure. Now that the initial shock of the interruption was over, Valla blushed furiously. One arm covered her chest while the other moved randomly as she spoke, as though a part of Valla's brain was trying to play this situation off, an impossibility.<br/><br/>"Drael ... yes, I brought ... Tommy here is my friend," Valla stammered. She spun about, looking for her clothes that were right there.<br/><br/>"I'm going to get dressed," Valla said quickly, grabbing up her gown. She shrugged it on in haste, even though she had sand on her legs and she was still a little wet, and not to mention the sweat from her escapades with Tommy. Valla could actually use a bath.<br/><br/>The dress tore somewhere, a victim to Valla's rush, and she cursed under her breath as she finally got it up over her chest. There was but a single strap left to put over her left shoulder, and many gaping holes across the gown's surface. Valla would soon be in desperate need of something new.