[color=f7941d][b]RIDDLEY STORM[/b][/color] [@Chulance] 
[indent]"[color=f7941d]Ow, ow, ow--[/color]" Riddley let out a small hiss as someone bumped into her, but it turned into a small laugh when she noticed it was Flint. Then she laughed even more when [i]he[/i] was telling [i]her[/i] to watch where she's going. "[color=f7941d]You shouldn't smoke,[/color]" she said simply, her eyes brightening as the end of his cigarette flared just slightly and burnt itself down to the filter in a near instant. Satisfied with that bit of revenge for running into a cripple, Riddley slowly sat herself down on a bench she had been making her way to. Even as she leaned back against it to relax her muscles, she winced--Flint was right to scold her, she was absolutely in bad shape.

"[color=f7941d]I can't just sit in a small room all day, Marrow. It'll drive me mad. It's not like I'm looking for a fight--I'm just enjoying the fresh air,"[/color] she said, frowning now as she looked around at the world. To demonstrate her point, she tried to draw in a deep breath, but it was too much strain for her healing ribs and lungs and she instead ended up grimacing, hand resting over her chest. She laughed at herself, which also hurt. "[color=f7941d]Well, I'm trying.[/color]

"[color=f7941d]Anyway, what's going on with that woman who attacked you? Is she dead?[/color]" she asked, brown eyes turning back on Flint.[/indent]