[Something in her sags and her legs go with it, the adrenaline of the last few hours giving out on her now that it was no longer needed. She lets herself sit on the ground, and wallow in her misery because she has nothing else, ignoring the red seeping through from the wound on her arm, tied off haphazardly with a t-shirt. Her knuckles are torn and bruised, and there are other assorted wounds from her battle with the guardians, but she doesn't seem aware of them, or of McCoy, really just staring past him into the middle distance.]
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[Something in her sags and her legs go with it, the adrenaline of the last few hours giving out on her now that it was no longer needed. She lets herself sit on the ground, and wallow in her misery because she has nothing else, ignoring the red seeping through from the wound on her arm, tied off haphazardly with a t-shirt. Her knuckles are torn and bruised, and there are other assorted wounds from her battle with the guardians, but she doesn't seem aware of them, or of McCoy, really just staring past him into the middle distance.]
I was so close and now I'm fucking back here.