Natalya didn't bother trying to lift her head for a moment. She was shivering badly, but under the cold felt leaden. Sam speaking to her did nothing to make her wake up, but seemed to make the situation that much more surreal. After a moment's internal struggle, she opened both of her eyes, dealt with the fact that she was still tied to a chair in a hallway, and turned her head fractionally toward Sam. Her hair slipped down, but she tilted her chin further to the side and it moved from her eyes.
"I am tell them for check beacons on gear. There no are any thing is recognizable as such. They will be back, five minutes, less patient. I..." She swallowed, against a wave of nausea from the pain.
"I am sorry," she said, though it came out a harsh sort of whisper. "I am not know how this... is possible or why you are bring here with me. I am-" Her voice hitched. She couldn't tell if her throat her lungs, were constricted from panic or impending tears, but she was quickly approaching the point of not caring.
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Date: 2010-06-20 02:50 am (UTC)"I am tell them for check beacons on gear. There no are any thing is recognizable as such. They will be back, five minutes, less patient. I..." She swallowed, against a wave of nausea from the pain.
"I am sorry," she said, though it came out a harsh sort of whisper. "I am not know how this... is possible or why you are bring here with me. I am-" Her voice hitched. She couldn't tell if her throat her lungs, were constricted from panic or impending tears, but she was quickly approaching the point of not caring.
"I am so sorry."