[She picks herself up, whirling this way and that... for any sign of them, any way back... She takes a deep breath and lets it out, shoving down frustration and a growing trepidation. Neither are useful right now.
She straightens, and looks up at the man, wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.]
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She straightens, and looks up at the man, wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.]
Who are you?