"Fuck," is the first, eloquent word that tumbles out of her lips, tasting blood.

Yen is a study on ruin right now, soot covered and blood stained, but standing stubbornly on her feet and looking much too foreign in the room. Her head snaps to the voice just beyond, and she steels the sway in her step to some degree before finding her way quickly to the source. "Not a damned clue," what is he...wearing?

Though perhaps she's the outlier here. "I don't even know where here is."