"Huh? Whaaa-?" Her eyes flicker open slowly then suddenly widen when she realises she’s tiredly stumbled into the wrong flat, "awwww crap!"
She shakes her head as she pulls on a shirt, “no sorry, I just fell through the window and fell right to sleep. And I ain’t afraid o’ no puppies.”
He sighs. “Do you need help.” He said, having noticed the scrapes.
She shakes her head, she was used to getting into scraps with the police, everything she needed was in her flat next door. “I’ll be fine, I’m used to trouble, thanks anyway.”
"… Alright." He said, letting her leave before sighing at his bloodstained sheets. "… Fantastic."