When Rip started to come to, she was groggy and had to take her time slowly coming out of her drugged state. When she finally felt like her limbs were lead and able to move, she sat up on the edge of the cot she had been laying on and vaguely realized that she wasn't in her usual clothes. Instead, she was in some flimsy hospital gown in a dim room.
She winced as the lights slowly came on and also came to the quick realization she was missing her glasses. They probably got lost or broken in the fight, leaving her with hazy vision as she tried to get her head to clear a little more. Without her sight, she was reliant on her sense of hearing and scent to get around.
Thankfully, she caught the scent of the bloodbag easily enough and the moment she was able to move she was stumbling towards it and wincing as she stubbed her bare toes on the table before she grabbed the bag and tore into it, savoring the fact that it was O+ as it poured down her throat. There.. better. She rubbed her eyes and realized there was.. a window before her with figures beyond it.
She couldn't make out who they were but, the moment she heard that voice she had a good idea of who was behind it and that left her on guard considering what her last hazy memories were. "Zhat's First Lieutenant Rip van Winkle to you." She growled slightly. Even with her battalion gone and the wars she fought in long over, she did still have a military rank and until she was satisfied they weren't going to kill her, she was going to insist on it!
"I earned zhat rank on my own und you vill use it." Did that answer her question on whether or not Rip was a mindless vampire? She had her moments of lucidity from the madness and apparently this was one of those times. "So yes, I'm avare of myzelf you limey bitch." She huffed softly. "Und no, I don't know vat year it is. I hafn't exactly been paying attention since..." She hesitated and then shook her head. "Az for vhere I am, I'm vhere ever you took me."
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She winced as the lights slowly came on and also came to the quick realization she was missing her glasses. They probably got lost or broken in the fight, leaving her with hazy vision as she tried to get her head to clear a little more. Without her sight, she was reliant on her sense of hearing and scent to get around.
Thankfully, she caught the scent of the bloodbag easily enough and the moment she was able to move she was stumbling towards it and wincing as she stubbed her bare toes on the table before she grabbed the bag and tore into it, savoring the fact that it was O+ as it poured down her throat. There.. better. She rubbed her eyes and realized there was.. a window before her with figures beyond it.
She couldn't make out who they were but, the moment she heard that voice she had a good idea of who was behind it and that left her on guard considering what her last hazy memories were. "Zhat's First Lieutenant Rip van Winkle to you." She growled slightly. Even with her battalion gone and the wars she fought in long over, she did still have a military rank and until she was satisfied they weren't going to kill her, she was going to insist on it!
"I earned zhat rank on my own und you vill use it." Did that answer her question on whether or not Rip was a mindless vampire? She had her moments of lucidity from the madness and apparently this was one of those times. "So yes, I'm avare of myzelf you limey bitch." She huffed softly. "Und no, I don't know vat year it is. I hafn't exactly been paying attention since..." She hesitated and then shook her head. "Az for vhere I am, I'm vhere ever you took me."