Mable shut her eyes again. She had, in fact, become irritable due to her exhaustion, and trying to explain to Carolyn of all people why everyone almost died didn't take piority on her list of things she'd rather be doing. In fact, sleep was taking up her entire thought process, but reluctantly, her mind kicked back into gear; started putting together thoughts into coherent sentences. In terms of her attendance record, it was practically spotless. She had little reason to be outside of the Academy grounds late at night, since she wasn't invited to parties, doesn't get drunk, and doesn't enjoy late-night shopping. And thus, Mable thought to use that to her advantage.

[i]"Please, ma'am..."[/i] started Mable, before realising how pathetic and pity-mongering she could be sounding right now. Instead, she took on a bit more of a confident tone, keeping an honest face because - honestly - she did nothing wrong. [i]"Surely, I'm a bit of a new face. I don't usually do this, and outlandish as it seems, this man is telling the truth; The lady on the bike was attacked."[/i]

Mable shut her eyes, as more images of the night's events sprung forth in her mind. Her voice is tinged with real, actual fear, quavering and cracking as she continues on hesitantly. [i]"I saw her getting beaten by twelve people, all of which too powerful for a normal human...I think one of them pick her up, and-...and dig their fingers into her throat-"[/i] Mable cut off, feeling nauseous. She remembered all the blood in crisp detail and her stomach couldn't handle it.

[i]"It took everything to fix her, but-...but I think there are still marks on her throat. You'd be able to see them if the lady is alright with showing you. Physical and actual evidence to support our claims - and surely, three people and then a scar cannot be wrong."[/i] finished Mable. All she wanted, right now, was to be in bed. And if this woman kept her back any longer she'd simply collapse onto the floor - and it was showing very clearly. Mable was swaying rather heavily now, her eyes flickering open and shut, lips pressed tightly together, perhaps even paler than she normally is.