[Sadrain]

November 29th, Chicago; Sewer #17.

"Yea," Leila replied, slightly muffled. "In the outer pocket," she added a moment later. Her head was getting heavy and dizzy, as if her brains were getting stuffed with fluff, or something like that. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all that she didn't have to walk... The thought passed quickly, though, and didn't make aggravation disappear. "Out of all people to find me, it just had to be this stalker..." the girl thought, a little sadly. Then again, if it had been an enemy, that would have turned out a lot worse and bloody. She wouldn't be taken down too easily, even in this current state.

When Amante found the drink and gave it to her, Leila gulped the water down nearly greedily. Her mouth felt so dry, the saliva was sticky. Not to mention, the pills were about to start melting on her tongue and that wouldn't be pleasant. "So, you're gonna put me down now, since I am being a 'good girl'?" Leila asked him, throwing a questioning glance in his direction, with slight sarcasm in her voice, but the tiredness was far more prominent.