[There's just... really no sensitive way to put it. Heather looks like the survivor of some horrible auto accident. ... Or more accurately, a survivor of a whole lot of fighting and running and stumbling around in the wilderness and freezing her ass off and-- ... yeah.]
[She knows it, too, and it's with a very sheepish grin (or grimace...) that she flicks some of her two-toned hair out of her face.]
Well, one of us's gotta be, I mean, m'not much of a looker myself at the mome-- [She cut herself off with a loud sniff. Runny noses were LITERALLY a pain when the wind had rubbed your nostrils raw.]
Inn? Wouldn't the uh.... the uh... Center be a better idea...?
[Heather didn't know about the warrant. Heck, she didn't even know she'd tangled with the police. Of course, the inn would be a pretty dangerous choice, too... Those warrant posters were EVERYWHERE, man.]
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[She knows it, too, and it's with a very sheepish grin (or grimace...) that she flicks some of her two-toned hair out of her face.]
Well, one of us's gotta be, I mean, m'not much of a looker myself at the mome-- [She cut herself off with a loud sniff. Runny noses were LITERALLY a pain when the wind had rubbed your nostrils raw.]
Inn? Wouldn't the uh.... the uh... Center be a better idea...?
[Heather didn't know about the warrant. Heck, she didn't even know she'd tangled with the police. Of course, the inn would be a pretty dangerous choice, too... Those warrant posters were EVERYWHERE, man.]