[She'd gotten up, gotten the sand off, and besides looking pretty worse for wear, all and all her clothes are stained with past injuries that aren't there anymore. She doesn't know who fixed that. Was it the beam? Perhaps this is another illusion-
Her attention snaps to the voice from the trees, her eyes narrowing and her hand reaching for her gun- ... which she doesn't have. She curses a little under her breath.]
Yeah. More or less. Who are you?
[The person looks odd. They don't look anything like the Citadel species and quietly she wishes she could remember all the First Contact protocols that the Alliance had in place.]
no subject
Her attention snaps to the voice from the trees, her eyes narrowing and her hand reaching for her gun- ... which she doesn't have. She curses a little under her breath.]
Yeah. More or less. Who are you?
[The person looks odd. They don't look anything like the Citadel species and quietly she wishes she could remember all the First Contact protocols that the Alliance had in place.]