[A young woman with more regrets than she can count wakes up with a start from a horrible dream, sitting straight up. Her hands touch her stomach, her face, and then settle over her heart in a rush of confusion before she registers her surroundings. A voice addresses her, and so her eyes go first to the tall blond before she starts to look around at the rest of the room. She's still taking it all in as she answers his question.]
That would depend on what kind of story you're looking for, I guess, but I wouldn't really describe myself as having much of one.
[Not one that she'd care to take ownership of, at least.]
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That would depend on what kind of story you're looking for, I guess, but I wouldn't really describe myself as having much of one.
[Not one that she'd care to take ownership of, at least.]
Have you been awake for long?