Kia took a shaky breath, and swayed.
The suited skeleton reached out and laid a cautious hand on her shoulder, steadying her. "Easy there."
And then her knees buckled beneath her.
There was the bright multicoloured flashing of police car lights, the sounds of ohmygod leaving slackened mouths, the bitter scent of someone's vomit, the feel of the rough pavement under her shaking hands.
It was too much.
Ezekiel regarded her with a mixture of distaste, curiosity, and interest. "So this is what shock looks like with humans..." He mused.
Kia's world spun, stopped, and twirled.
She tipped, and her head connected with the cold concrete.