Iliana rises unsteadily to her feet, thankful to be able to move again. She considers spitting on the gym floor she'd spent the past month possessing, but decides it goes through enough as is. "Ugh, I miss when I didn't feel empathy for inanimate objects. Thay wasnt nearly as hot as I thought it would be. Great view though... I'm just glad the phone tablet voice chat app the owner was calling while on vacation to tell me to stay the floor crashed overnight the weekend."
Ilana stumbles around regaining her footing while trying to leave. Finally she decides "Eh, why am I giving a crap about her convenience? I just need to find somewhere to take it and sets off the alarm while exiting the fire escape door.
She takes a couple minutes outside to enjoy the humid but clean night air, then hears sirens approaching. "DAMN! Of course the fire department on on the ball tonight." She can't tell which way the trucks are coming from due to the alley's acoustics, and isn't sure which way to run away.
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