Oh...oh dear how embarrasing a...ow...my head...

[The sounds of shifting rubble, struggling gasps and a soft moan. Rosalyn lifts a limp hand to unbuckle her head band and pull herself half-upright. She fumbles at communicator buttons until you can see the dark outline of a rubble pile still covering her legs.]

So much for a valorous rescue attempt, I ( Read more... )