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[Nnngh. Footsteps. Light, rapid. Running, someone light, a shorter stride than he's used to, maybe a woman. Kisame lifts his head and blinks up at Rose, shifting to get his arms under him so he can at least prop himself on his elbows. He's certainly bloodied and battered, but none of his injuries are fresh; he's more dazed and sick than anything else, at this point. Even so, dim unease stirs at the idea of allowing a stranger to do much to him when he doesn't have his full wits about him.]