Sierra caught the clothes thrown at her, pulling on the sweater quickly, and the pants shortly after. Once dressed, she leaned back over her legs once again, clutching her gut. Her breathing was beginning to come easier, but she still coughed and retched with the twisted feeling in her gut. Damn punch. She squeezed her eyes hard shut and opened them several times, noticing the swelling beginning to form on the left side of her face. Hopefully it wouldn't effect her piercings much. 

It wasn't long until another man, this one with piercing blue eyes and carrying himself with high ranking, approached her. He leaned in very close to Sierra and smelled her, and Sierra couldn't help feeling violated and humiliated when he plucked a flea from her hair. She scratched her head where he'd touched her, but made herself stop, lest she humiliate herself further.

[b][I]"Now I'm not concerned about you, I'm concerned about my good friend there. He is part of this family and family looks out for one another, I suppose that ideal does not make sense to a stray like you but I'm optimistic and bet that you do. Your smarter than you look and I know you were there when something went down... So do us all a favor and tell us everything before we break one of your legs and chase you down for sport..."[/I][/b]

Sierra could feel the man's breath on her, and did not look at him, eyes instead trained on the ground before her. "Are you the alpha here?" She asked, looking up as he finally backed away, "And yeah I'll talk, but call off your attack dog for a minute will ya?" She glared at the man who had dragged her in here.

"Look," she croaked, "I didn't hurt your buddy out there. I was just minding my own damn business and suddenly this guy comes along looking like he's being hit by an invisible bus. It sounds crazy but I didn't see what hurt him 'cause there was [I]nothing there.[/I] The dude looked possessed."

She coughed. "There's no one else out there, at least no one with me. I'm a stray just like you said." She hated to call herself that, but she could think of no better word. 
She knew how crazy her argument sounded, but there was no way to phrase it differently. She could only hope that the injured man would wake up and be able to vouch for her, selfish as it may sound. There would be no good way out of this for her unless that happened.