Rachel began to sing-song to herself, her mind severely dazed from the crash landing down the stairs.

"... Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain, and the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again..."

Rachel's tail drooped over her eyes as she finished singing. Her body ached all over, she was soaking wet, her legs, feet, and hands covered in mud, and her normally rather poor vision was even worse right now, seeing triple of everything.

"Thank you officer...I'll just curl up here now...thanks for the lovely donuts..." Rachel was also a bit delirious, but that wasn't too beyond the normal for her. She was thinking about the time when a patrolmen actually pulled over and gave her a blanket, his coffee, and his donut after finding Rachel sleeping in a dumpster.

Slowly, her eyes began to close, and the combination of the concussion and her exhaustion finally took its toll. Rachel passed out, and began to snore lightly, a slight chitter in each exhale.

Following behind the poor raccoon girl was a half snake man. Now that was interesting, Amber thought, peering way up at the man. Interesting, at least, so long as the snake man did not feel inclined to eat little dinosaur girls. She had had a bad experience regarding mutants (and their minions) trying to eat her recently. It wasn't something she cared to repeat.

Looking down the stairs at the poor raccoon girl, Amber wished she had a quiet nook so that she might be able to shift back. Maybe if she was larger than a chicken and could actually talk she might be more useful than she was currently. Unfortunately, with so many people around and so much excitement going on, she knew that was a lost cause. Plus, she'd actually need to go to her room to get her spare robes since the set she had started the night with was somewhere in the city, sopping wet and she probably wasn't going to ever get them back.

At least Amber was dry, though. She chirped her thanks at the man who had done so and, wonderinf if anyone would mind if she skittered away for a few minutes. With a few hops to try and get someone's attenchion, she chirped inquisatively and high pitched, trying to get across her request for permission to leave. She'd come back, honest. She pointed up the stairs towards her room.