The girl smiles bashfully at you.
She holds out her hand to help you up and says cheerily,
"I'm Kristen Sclater, what are you doing out here by yourself?"
You weakly try and get to your feet but groan helplessly as
a pain shoots up from your ankle, which is badly bruised.
You mutter,"I'm...I'm....".Before completeling your sentence you fall
nimbly onto the cold stone floor of the alley.
