Ronan frowned and sheathed his blades, looking around. "Come on, let's go see if she's around here somewhere." He said and used his gear to get to the next building over. In one of the many buildings, Meara sat leaning against the wall in an abandon home, panting heavily. She looked down at her leg, whining softly and leaning her head against the wall, lip quivering. A large shard of glass had lodged deep in her thigh when she crashed through the window, her 3D missing. She bit her tongue as a Titan walked slowly past the house she was in, making her tremble in fear. Once it passed she started to drag herself over to the low cupboards, going through them and pulling out some rags, tearing them into strips before wrapping one of the strips around the end of the glass that stuck out of her leg. She stuck another in her mouth and bit down hard, pulling on the shard. Instantly a wave of nausea hit her and her vision darkened, threatening unconsciousness. She whined and let go of the shard, trembling in pain before blinking tears from her eyes and grabbing it again. She gripped it hard and pulled, blood started to gush from it as soon as she did and her vision started to blacken again. With a small scream of pain she yanked the piece of glass from her leg and dropped it on the floor, spitting the rag out of her mouth and starting to wrap the bleeding wound with trembling hands; suddenly she fell on her side, eyes falling closed, shock and pain knocking her unconscious.