[ Tris still coming to, blinking in what light the gaping hole in the shuttle lets in, cringing at the alarms. Her head is spinning, her body aching, but-- why is she waking up, to begin with? The last thing she remembers... no, this doesn't make any sense. One hand finds her stomach. There's a large bloodstain on her shirt there, drying, apparently, but there's no wound under it that she can feel.
Someone's talking to her. Her head snaps up, startled, and her neck doesn't thank her for it, but she blinks at the unfamiliar face, paying the twinge no mind. ]
I- I think? [ She lets him help her out of the restraints, shrugging the rest of the way out of them as he does. ]
Yeah. Yeah I'm okay. [ Shaken, pale as a sheet. But she gets up. How can she be okay? What is this place? ]
This doesn't make any sense. [ Muttered more to herself as she looks around, trying to see everything, everywhere, all at once. There are other people, too. Not a familiar face among them. Fear, at least, is familiar. ]
shuttle.
Someone's talking to her. Her head snaps up, startled, and her neck doesn't thank her for it, but she blinks at the unfamiliar face, paying the twinge no mind. ]
I- I think? [ She lets him help her out of the restraints, shrugging the rest of the way out of them as he does. ]
Yeah. Yeah I'm okay. [ Shaken, pale as a sheet. But she gets up. How can she be okay? What is this place? ]
This doesn't make any sense. [ Muttered more to herself as she looks around, trying to see everything, everywhere, all at once. There are other people, too. Not a familiar face among them. Fear, at least, is familiar. ]