When I could next hear anything, they were words in a language I shouldn’t understand but did.
And they were angry.
I pushed myself to sitting and was confronted by a woman with short black hair. She looked like a furious cosplayer, except she was wearing real armor. Steal, maybe, but heavy. Functional. And it had the look of something well-used.
“You! You did this.”
I closed my eyes and lay back down.