Anya was just regaining her vision and gathering her thoughts at the same time as a small squad of troops neared the second level parking. It was at that precise and exact moment, not a second to soon, all the power in the building went out. A sudden and instant darkness swept the building. As the mercenaries looked to building there were no signs of activity or escape. [sub][color=pink][i]"Clever girl."[/i][/color][/sub] Anya softly whispered.

Back inside the now dark room Anya went to sit up and instantly let out a muffled hiss of pain through gritted teeth as soon as she put weight on her right arm.[color=pink][i]"Holy fherg... that smarts."[/i][/color] She whispers with an awkward smile. 
[color=pink][i]"Ah god, it's dislocated. Damn!"[/i][/color] Although highly frustrated and in pain Anya managed to keep her voice down. 

[color=pink][i]"Well you gonna introduce yourself or not?"[/i][/color] Anya asked speaking to the darkness. [color=pink][i]"I mean I did just leap through your window and ended up in your bed so how about we just stick to that pace and skip all the awkward dating and romance stuff and hop straight into the friend zone area where you lend me a Friggin car or Atleast help me get the Hell out of here before I scream to God and those Damn Mother fuckers in the parking lot out there turn this Shitty little room into a bullet piñata. Yea a piñata filled with bullets instead of candy!"[/i][/color] 
After her long breathless angry impatient rant Anya had to pause and breath. Sweat trickled down her forehead as she shivered in pain. 

With a soft sigh she spoke again, much more gentler this time.
[color=pink][i]"There's a bar downstairs right? Take me there. Oh and bring my suitcase."[/i][/color] 

Anya wasn't in her politest mood. With her current injuries, even though it was a second nature for her, she just didn't have the time or energy for seduction tactics. Hopefully just hopefully, this guy would see her as a damsel in distress and help get her to where she needed to go. And she normally had such good manners.

At this point Anya wasn't sure if her headpiece was still connected or even working at all. Maybe Signit had heard her rant, maybe/hopefully not. She just had to wait for Signit to speak. Meanwhile hoping she was still alright.