guess I'll just die then :)

"Oh, hello," Rags said, somewhat bitterly. She couldn't help but let her emotions leech into her voice. This whole situation was a crock of smelly, smelly garbage. Of course she wouldn't be allowed to die alone, peacefully, in this trench. Of course some random - she paused to peer over in his direction - handsome stranger had to happen upon her. As soon as she stood up, he'd see how clumsy and irritating she was. He'd turn tail and let her die here in this slimy cavern like she deserved.

Rags glanced up at the hole she'd fell through. Watery sunlight and ash were drifting down through the opening. The pleasant sound of running water surrounded them. With serious effort, she hauled herself shakily to her paws and stood before Hemlock. There was a serious air of "grump" about her. "I didn't exactly come here so much as... surprise arrival," She retorted, gesturing to the hole in the ceiling with her muzzle. "Is it still bad out there?"