Tela was making her escape from a firefight which had her wounded enough to leave a trail of her blue blood. Limping as little droplets mark the floor of the azure, her boots leaving prints to help her assailants hunt her down, something she cannot help. She held her stomach which has her keeled over in pain, but still she trudges along. The hotels patrons having no clue she was there let alone wounded. Her face is the definition of anger right now, she is angry she allowed herself to be wounded, to be bleeding out slowly and unable to slow down to treat it, and pissed off she finds all of this happening in such a place like azure.

"Shit..."

She murmurs to herself, the stings causing her to wince at every step.