Molly's mind swam, and felt just about ready to fall open at any moment due to what felt like an axe wound in the back of her head. Her platinum hair, once clean and bright, was now more of a gradient of dirty reddish-brown, only retaining its former color near the tips. She lifted her head slowly, swaying slightly and groaning with a quaver in her voice. From her nose and the top of her head also ran rivulets of red, making her cute face look more like a horror movie villain's than a young woman. Spitting out some red-tinted saliva, she speaks weakly.

"I... I stayed -- no'ne knocked me off th' hill." With a massive grunt of effort and some time spent slowly squirming, she pushed herself onto her knees and sat hunched over, arms out and fingers spread wide. With a pushing motion and a strobe of rumbling bass, she is pushed to her feet. She is able to stand with her knees facing inward, if only barely. "I'm m'okay, jus' gotta get patch'd up, man." She takes a wobbling step forward and promptly stumbles, but catches herself with another gravitational push. Once stable, she looks over to Ariella and James, and raises a hand to either speak or steady herself. "Coulja gimme som' help 'ere, get me over to th' entrance and m' hammer?"