"...Hah... who?" she managed to rasp out through the blood in her mouth.
The fog in her vision didn't lift all at once. It thinned in uneven patches, smearing the grey sky into streaks of pale white and dark indigo. The dark shape standing over her stopped moving.
A shadow shifted, and the heavy leather folds of a coat came into focus.
"Woah, Alice. You really are daydreaming here. I thought you were done for after that one did you dirty."
The shape cleared. Roan stood there, looking down at her.
Alice blinked through the crust of blood on her eyelashes. Instead of answering, she shifted her weight and raised her middle finger straight up toward his face.
"Fuck... off, bastard," she spat, her voice a low rasp.
Roan let out a dry, humorless snort, shaking his head. "Yeah, you're alive. If you had any strength left, you'd have thrown a rock."
