The dark haired woman had been intrigued when the sounds of destruction had begun, while she had been a part of so many other forms of chaos, she had never truly experienced them within her new body and there was much to learn of an ‘adventure’ such as this one. Fleshlings, however, were much weaker than TARDISes tended to be — how had she not foreseen that? Times such as these, Sexy hated that she was no longer in sync with the time lines and the vortex; she could have seen this all coming, she should have known. Her inability to see all was disturbing.

She had realized that the destruction was to be seen as a bad thing and hoping to keep herself safe, she had evacuated the apartments. Throughout all the chaos and falling debris, she found herself slumped against the partially destructed building that she had taken to calling a ‘home’ of sorts. Chunks of broken matter lie all around herself, wood chips and other various pieces of shattered walls ‘decorated’ her torn up, ragged dress — although her dress had always been that way from her time with House. Her eyes were closed and beams pinned her to the ground, unconsciousness had taken over her some time ago, but now she began to stir and twitch awake once more.

A groan left her lips, for the moment she could not fathom words but they would surely come in time.