[i]Opening her eyes, she turned her head towards the man, her bronze-golden eyes staring the man down. Shakily, she stood, in obvious discomfort due to the scorching burns on her skin. Blood caked her red shirt, from both the heavy scratches earned after jumping out of the train, and bled from a few places where her skin was scorched off. Breathing heavily, she nodded.[/i] "Special chemical," [i]She pushed the words out of her mouth, deciding to speak as little as possible.[/i] "Who're you?"

*The man nods, acknowledging the chemicals. He seems slightly concerned by your scorch marks* Name's Mortar. How about you, what's your name? *He looks around, making sure no one is listening in*

"Fire," [i]She replied, because Fire was her name. Blood dripped onto the ground, and Fire turned towards the village, hoping that saving them from the bandits would get her a few antibiotics to ward off infections and maybe some medical attention.[/i] "Whatcha doing here?" [i]She asked as she limped forward, favoring her right leg. Her long and thick hair was drenched in both blood and perspiration now, and it hang loosely at her left side.[/i]

I'm just wandering, seeing if I can help out the villages around here. *He notices your limp and seems a little more concerned* You're hurt. You need help, if you'd let me administer it

"Heh," [i]She said, shaking her head. She'd pulled plenty of stunts like this one in her previous years of crime, with her partner, Works, and has suffered much worse than few measly second degree burns and torn skin. What she [/i]was [i]worried about, however, was the infections, which would put her out of action for weeks. She continued on her limp towards the village, blood trailing behind her.[/i] "No thanks," [i]She said, her golden-bronze eyes never leaving her destination. Her breathing was labored, and her throat was parched, her mouth dry.[/i]