[She nods, still panting lightly. She pulls herself up off the floor, using the coffee table to press herself up. Her legs feel shaky and weak and her head is spinning in a way that's not entirely unpleasant. She pads over to the sofa, subtly discarding of her skirt on the way, letting it crumple on the floor before stepping neatly out of it. Once over on the sofa she leans back against the arm rest, stretching her shapely, bandaged legs out over the cushions.]
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