[i]“Before you worry about whether or not I see you nude,” she held up the sweatpants with a chuckle, “I'm blind. So you don't have to worry about it.” She walked over to Aliana and held out the clothes for her. “You may find these helpful. I'm sorry I don't have any underwear. It's hard to keep that much underwear stocked. Sweatpants are easier.” [/i]

Apparently, Alina didn’t care if a female saw her naked, since she dropped the blanket and reached for the sweats at the same time. “I just don’t want the perverts around looking at my naked body, who’s the goon outside the door?” She asked. “And what did you give me that maybe it go quiet without being foggy? Cause I’ll take a lifetime supply of it.”

Without the drugs in her system, and the permanent withdrawal druggie look she actually looked fairly attractive. Hell, she could have been a model or a cheerleader.

“Who are you people and where Am I? Why is that man outside my door like he’s keeping me here?”