[h1][b][i][color=lightblue][center]Shin-ae Yun[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[i]Location: West Caldwell Streets
Skills: N/A[/i][hr][hr][/center]
Another long groan emerged in response to the woman's inquiry, hand clenched tight around the blood seeping from her leg. After the groan petered out, Shin-ae's eyes finally opened just in time to see the lacrosse warrior rushing at her. She jerked back, wide eyes wary, though the effect was reduced somewhat by the wince. It took her a moment to realize that the crosse was lying forgotten on the ground now, and the rush had been to crouch down beside her and ask frantically if she was okay.

Well, that made a nice change.

Shin-ae gasped a few more times until the breath finally caught in her throat. "[color=lightblue]Shin-ae,[/color]" she rasped. "[color=lightblue]I'm Shin-ae.[/color]" A moment passed as she tried to formulate something to say to the two of them. She could partially forgive AJ for taking a swing at her, she thought, given the state of things, but she couldn't deny that it certainly didn't endear her, especially after--

She jerked upright, leg wound forgotten, as she realized that her backpack was feeling [i]significantly[/i] lighter than usual. Glancing frantically around, she caught sight of her violin case lying eight or nine feet away. Still latched, still shut tight; the padding would've kept it safe. Hopefully, at least, she'd never let it go flying like that. She let out a long breath from her newly-functional lungs and made to stand up--and then suddenly remembered she was bleeding. She gave AJ a long look from the corner of her eyes. Frankly, she trusted Kaitlyn more with her knee if she was going to trust anyone. Completely disregarding the fact that she smacked Shin-ae off of her bike, a panicky teenager was the last person she wanted to let near an injury.

"[color=lightblue]AJ, yes?[/color]" Her voice was tight, shot through with anxiety, suspicion, and pain. She tilted her head to the side, indicating where the case was lying on the ground. "[color=lightblue]can you get my violin for me?[/color]" With any luck that would keep the girl at arm's length. Almost as an afterthought, she looked back to Kaitlyn and finally removed the hand from her knee. It wasn't a severed wound or anything, it wouldn't be crippling or life-threatening. But it was pretty bad, as scrapes went, and she hissed in a tight breath as the adrenaline from the tumble and the endorphins from the long bike ride started to run down and the pain intensified.

It took her that far to realize the implications of what AJ had said, and a queasy look painted her face. "[color=lightblue]Wait, does that mean--[/color]" [i]Did that mean that it had gotten out of Manhattan already?[/i]