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"[color=tomato]W h a t   a   v a c a t i o n  ![/color]"[/center]
Asa snapped out as she winced at the medical scene that was taking place not so far from her, she wasn't squeamish with blood but rather the bumping around and a wounded comrade having fragments of glass in them really just- made her feel weird. Beneath her was a bag of supplies, she was using it as a seat to cushion her rear. But as mentioned before her ass was not getting much support from the rucksacks filled with stock alcohol, snacks, and other odds & ends. Her right hand loosely gripped the bag's opening while the other unclipped it's fastening, then she made some awkward facial expressions as she reached for what would likely be a bottle- maybe this was the "change of clothes' bag? Finally she would clasp her hands around a small bottle of Manticwhore Vodka, plucking out from the army green bag and leaning over to hand it to Dr. Soren. The viscous transparent concoction has a small stinger sitting at the bottom of the bottle, the titular manticore stinger.

"[color=tomato]This should definitely work. Anyone who drinks a whole bottle'a that'll probably enter a coma![/color]" Asa laughed out snorting at the thought.

As Zak put the peddle to the metal and booked it, Asa was immediately launched back towards the rear view window the WARDENmobil. Her head had luckily slammed into the frame of the vehicle rather than the thick glass, a metallic ding being audible over the engine's roar. The girl's face turned bright read, anger, a well of all kinds of emotions but mostly annoyance. She clutched onto the railing even as the truck sped through multiple bumps, Sam being operated on, too much stimulation- and the alcohol was finally kicking in so all stops were being pulled. It was time for an Asa explosion.

"[color=tomato]THAT'S IT! I'M COMING INSIDE! WHO'S LAP AM I SITTING ON! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE![/color]"