Ringing. That's all she heard when she finally came to. The world was shaking and a bit blurry, and she couldn't hear a God damn thing over the awful ringing in her head. Shit. It really hurt to move, didn't it? And though it hurt, Naomi reached for her head first, patting it softly. Good, no blood there. None around her neck, either. But as soon as her hands reached her arms, she flinched, biting down on her lip to prevent herself from screaming. She struggled to sit up to get a good look at what was causing her so much pain. Naomi sighed, holding back the urge to curse out loud. It was a cut, and a pretty big one too. Leaving it untreated would be bad news.

Water. She needed water. to wash out the wound Immediately, her hands flew to her sides, did she still have her supplies!? After such a big explosion, it was unlikely they all remained with her, but maybe... The first bag, a small one pinned to her right hip, held nothing of use to her at the moment, and the same with her left bag. Was someone trying to make this harder for her? Slowly, she forced herself to stand, much to the protest of her aching body, which luckily held only minor scrapes and bruises compared to the one on her arm. A ways away, Naomi found her bag, and thankfully, water to wash out the wound. "Alright... This is gonna hurt, but power through it alright?" she muttered aloud, biting down on the cloth of the bandanna around her neck. It did indeed sting, forcing her teeth to clench tight around the thick cloth, but it was necessary. When it was finally over, she splashed her bandanna with water, and tied it around her arm. 

Now... Who else had managed not to get themselves killed? Now suddenly more aware of her surroundings, and thankfully, able to hear again, Naomi glanced around her as she slung her bag onto her shoulders. The place had been almost completely flattened, with dozens of dead bodies everywhere. In fact, it almost seemed like she was the la- Wait! There was someone! "Hey!" she yelled over to the figure, not knowing what else to say. Slowly, she began to make her way over, praying that the person wasn't hostile, or the one who started the explosion. "Hey," she said again when she got closer, this time calmer, "Are you hurt?"