Rolling Coal

Her side was killing her, and she sneezed more than once to clear her passages of soot. A voice asked if she was okay. One she had never heard before. "I am fine." She grumbled, her voice heavily accented and gruff. She looked for a source of the voice and found a sandy colored male, barely an adult, standing just outside of her personal bubble. "Who are you?" She huffed with a sideways glance toward the stranger, ready to run if he should attack her in her weakened state.

Speech!