[She calls from the doorway of the pharmacy, where her and Raphael are. Unsteadily, she pushes herself up. Caked blood cracks and showers small bits to the ground. A bit of plaster or something falls off her jacket from the movement. She hasn't bothered to try to remove it because those nails are still in there.
Her one hand is holding a pair of pliers, and the other just beckons him closer. Filthy or not, she's getting a hug.]
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[She calls from the doorway of the pharmacy, where her and Raphael are. Unsteadily, she pushes herself up. Caked blood cracks and showers small bits to the ground. A bit of plaster or something falls off her jacket from the movement. She hasn't bothered to try to remove it because those nails are still in there.
Her one hand is holding a pair of pliers, and the other just beckons him closer. Filthy or not, she's getting a hug.]
((OOC: You mind Raphael joining this thread?))