She shook at her leg before she even bothered looking at her environment. Both were an important thing to pay attention to--your surroundings and whether or not you were even capable of getting out of it. She pulled up her pant leg. On her calf was another cut--deeper than the one on her arm this time. It didn't look at serious as it could be--in fact, Rochelle had dealt with this more than once before in the past--but it still didn't look good.

"Well, it's not like my legs haven't been scratched up enough before." She murmured with a wince. She was still a little out of it. "Where's...?" The boy, she meant.