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[sky_high_max]

There's a loud slam as the door flies open...

And an equally loud slam as the girl responsible for launching it open crashes headlong into the nearest tables. Thus toppling them, their patrons, and all food thereon.

Ouch.

Er... Sorry about that.

...Ouch.

In retrospect, that might not be the wisest place to sit in the future, eh?

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[amanda_darieux]

At the sound Amanda gets up from the couch by the observation window to help.

"Are you alright?"

[sky_high_max]

She's sitting up, dusting herself off.

"I think so..."

...God, cereal in her lap. And apparently in her hair.

[amanda_darieux]

Starting to help the girl clean out some of the cereal and helping her up if she will accept it. "Lets get you a towel." she waives over a wait-rat.

[sky_high_max]

"That'd be wonderful..."

She sighs, shaking out her shirt as she starts to stand up.

Legs are working, that's good. And her head doesn't hurt too much...

[amanda_darieux]

They get her a towel and Amanda shows her to a booth so they can sit.

"I am Amanda." she offers with a smile, now that it is clear the girl is not hurt.

[sky_high_max]

She starts to follow, testing everything else out.

"I'm Max, sorry abo-OW!"

Cue rather dramatic wince and gripping of her left shoulderblade. And the protrusion therefrom.

Not hurt? Not quite.

That wing doesn't seem to be in the best of shape.

[amanda_darieux]

"Nice to..." she trails off. Helping the girl down and taking a look at the injury.

[sky_high_max]

It's not bleeding - that badly at least. It's just not moving quite right.

"I'm okay," she insists, though her grimace says otherwise. "Just a sprain."

[amanda_darieux]

"You may want to visit the infirmary." the immortl suggests but not pressing. "Would you like something?"

[sky_high_max]

"...I might." Ha, doctors. NO THANK YOU. Not with THAT creep around.

"Er... Nothing. Well, that towel." She thinks. "Yeah, that and a place to sit." That booth should do.

[amanda_darieux]

The two sit down and Amanda hands the girl the towel. Moving to the Bar and getting a first aid kit and some tea. Before returning.

"I hope all your arrivals aren't that rough."

[sky_high_max]

"Not usually. Only sometimes."

She runs the towel through her hair and then sighs.

"Today specifically."

[amanda_darieux]

"I'm glad to hear that."

"Where were you coming from?"

[sky_high_max]

"One hell of a fight. Bunch of bastards with guns and- OH NO!"

She jumps up, staring back towards the door and ignoring the pain though her body flinches at it.

...Then sits back down. No door, no rush. Plenty of worry, but no reason to hurry.

[amanda_darieux]

Amanda doesn't move, calm as a cat.

"No door?" she asks knowing that reaction all too well.

[sky_high_max]

"Yeah. Meaning I'm not missing the fight."

She's used to this by now.