[color=mediumspringgreen]"Hello?"[/color] Aya called when she stumbled through the door of the Reformist HQ. She was practically dead on her feet as she pulled her suitcase behind her. Placing one clumsy foot in front of the other, she continued forward and called again in her weak voice, [color=mediumspringgreen]"Please, I need to talk to someone – it's… about the Underground Movement, and I… I don't have anywhere else to go."[/color]

Adrenaline finally out of her system, all Aya knew was how [i]tired[/i] she was and how much her body ached, all covered in bruises. Her sluggish mind tried to recall exactly what it was she needed to tell the Reformists, but she knew there had to be something. It'd seemed so important… then again, maybe it wasn't that important after all. Wasn't it something about that psycho coming after them? Would that really be news? They already had dangerous people coming after them. Sebastian was likely just another name to add to the list.

The weight of her suitcase dragging behind her reminded Aya of the last part of her sentence – she didn't have anywhere to go. She'd done plenty of stupid things today, but if she'd actually [i]stayed[/i] in her apartment after that ordeal, that would've made it to the top of the stupid list. She didn't have any school friends… couldn't risk putting her coworkers in danger by staying with them… and thus, she was here. 

She swayed precariously as she stopped in the middle of the room.

[color=mediumspringgreen]"Please?"[/color] she asked in a small voice.