a holding cell with peeling paint.
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It was the cold air that had woken up the sleeping bird, a shivering passed over her bare arms, causing goosebumps to rise almost immediately. Before she even opened her eyes, she had that bad taste of blood clutching in her mouth and lips.
A blink. Finally. She squinted, adjusting her blue eyes to the light, even so dim. She remembered fighting for her life, and then... they had sedated her. So unfair ! Cowards !
She rolled on her back, that was when she had noticed she wasn't alone in here. A blond man was lying one of the metallic bed camp in the corner. Dinah analyzed him like she always did, to get the picture of either her ally, either her new enemy. "Bow and arrows, huh ? Like, you've got to be kidding me. Why universe is always testing me? " A scoff, then she chuckled for her herself. She was still staring up at the ceiling, until she glanced at the other prisoner, resting her head against hand, straigthening herself a little. "So let's see if I'm aiming right. Lone wolf aesthetic, teamwork issues, secretly a softie. How close am I ?"
