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[dont_run_kate]

Kate exits the building she and Padme settled in, hoping she could find some food. What she finds is a young woman sprawled out on the concrete before her. She runs forward and knees next to the woman, placing her hand on her back.

"Are you all right?"

[grabber_fray]

She had just been coming to her senses when she felt something touch her back...

Don

...and she snaps to herself immediately, rolling away and to her feet, grapsing for her gun, and closing her fingers over solid air.

The light's so rutting bright. She blinks hard before focusing on the woman. Who is certinaly neither of the punks that threw her off the roof.

"OK, back off."

[dont_run_kate]

Kate snaps back, throwing her hands in the air. "Hey, chill. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanted to see if you were all right."

[grabber_fray]

"Right."

Her top lip is covered in blood from the impact, and the back of her wrist manages to smeer it across her face.

Looking around nervously for one of the boys, she processes where they are finally.

"What the rut?"

[dont_run_kate]

Kate begins searching her clothes for a hankerchief. She knows she doesn't have one, but someone shouldn't be running around with blood on their face.

"If you're wondering where you are, I can't answer that. Nobody here knows where they are."

[grabber_fray]

"You're kidding?"

Establishing the woman's not a threat and the guys aren't anywhere around, she relaxes as much as she can.

"How spun is that?"

[dont_run_kate]

"I don't know what you mean by 'spun' but it's pretty messed up if you ask me."

[grabber_fray]

"Exactly what I meant." She scans the area again, squinting in the light, and drops to a crouch to pick up her gun.

"Jesu. I knew this was going to be a bad day."

[dont_run_kate]

"Yeah. Where did you come from?"

[grabber_fray]

"Haddyn. You?"

[dont_run_kate]

"Iowa."

Nicely ignoring the "I was on an island" part.

[grabber_fray]

Nicely ignored, there.

"So now we're stuck... god knows where."

Mel runs a hand along her tied back hair and scans the hair again. "Jesu. What a joke. How many of us are there?"

[dont_run_kate]

"Three, including myself. I'm staying in that building over there with another person I met yesterday."

[grabber_fray]

She squints at it in the light, and nods. "Four of us, then?"

Well, this is spun.

[dont_run_kate]

She nods. "Just four. All women, in fact."

[grabber_fray]

"Well, I guess there'll be no repopulating the world, then. Unless one of you guys is in cloning?"