"Excuse me, are you alright, looks like you were in a fire or something?"
Dr Douglas whipped around, startled by the question. She was already on edge and she felt as though she was nothing but a bag of jumbled up nerves. She forced her breathing to slow from hyperventilating mode, as she realised it was just a man. A man who, for some inexplicable reason, seemed familiar...but she couldn't quite place her finger on it. She avoided his eyes, choosing to keep her eyes locked on the concrete below - perhaps, if she couldn't see him, he couldn't see her. Or recognise her.
"I'm fine," she said quickly but as soon as the reply left her lips, she realised how silly that sounded. Her clothes had been blackened by the fiery explosion, her hair was sporting the 'been through a hedge backwards' look and her leg looked as though it had been recently savaged by a dog. She rubbed a bit of dirt out of her eye, struggling to see in the night gloom as it was.
One thing's for sure; she couldn't be associated with that blast. Not that her brain could conjure up anything even remotely plausible.
"I had a little incident with my oven," she improvised lamely - seriously? A degree in physics and that's all she could think of? - "Came outside for a bit of fresh air."
Dr Douglas whipped around, startled by the question. She was already on edge and she felt as though she was nothing but a bag of jumbled up nerves. She forced her breathing to slow from hyperventilating mode, as she realised it was just a man. A man who, for some inexplicable reason, seemed familiar...but she couldn't quite place her finger on it. She avoided his eyes, choosing to keep her eyes locked on the concrete below - perhaps, if she couldn't see him, he couldn't see her. Or recognise her.
"I'm fine," she said quickly but as soon as the reply left her lips, she realised how silly that sounded. Her clothes had been blackened by the fiery explosion, her hair was sporting the 'been through a hedge backwards' look and her leg looked as though it had been recently savaged by a dog. She rubbed a bit of dirt out of her eye, struggling to see in the night gloom as it was.
One thing's for sure; she couldn't be associated with that blast. Not that her brain could conjure up anything even remotely plausible.
"I had a little incident with my oven," she improvised lamely - seriously? A degree in physics and that's all she could think of? - "Came outside for a bit of fresh air."