Lisa would normally have really wished people would stop poking at the gash in her leg, but right now it felt a lot lower on the priorities list, especially when Emma promised a clean pair of pants. One of the benefits of having a housemate that 'found a job' at the tailor shop in the square, she supposed, but she wasn't complaining.
"I got cornered in the Dark- after the sirens," she informed Emma in a tone of voice that belied how much she didn't want to go into more detail than that. She'd already gone through it twenty times and every time someone happened to notice her jeans were shredded and bloodstained. Which was every day, since she only had one set of clothes. Washing them every day with soap and water may have kept them from smelling, but it didn't do squat for blood stains.
She met Dean's eyes before he turned away, almost without a choice. The look held a strange significance outside of any context she could put on it, including their current conversation about monsters and assault-happy ghosts and shared dreams. Like a hunger-pang, it lingered in her head, but again- priorities. She pushed it down, along with the waistline of her jeans, and concentrated on hoping she wasn't going to have to get new stitches.
"Two days, I think. It might be three, but the lines are seriously starting to blur. I feel like I haven't slept in a year." Lisa winced as she stepped out of the destroyed denim, standing in her robin's egg blue boy-short panties and grungy-looking cami in the middle of a derelict office. She took a moment to inspect the angry-looking wound herself, then quirked a brow up at Emma- in that I hope this was really necessary kind of way. "You know, there's a million or so porno's that start off this way."