Despite her uneasiness she offered no resistance as Edmond approached her with the syringe and proceeded to inject her, she winced slightly, the sensation reminded her of receiving a general anesthetic . The cold spreading from the injection site flooding throughout her system. Finally able to draw breath she inhaled sharply, leaning her head back against the door she tentatively opened her right eye, the left still seared closed from the scolding blood that had dripped over her. Everytime she tried to chase the memory it became more and more vague, there was an overall image of something dreadful, of utter rage but also hollow grief. There was another much colder presence, and then nothing. She knew their images but had no names to call them. Or perhaps she did and was too afraid to repeat them. Dirae sighed in frustration, then realising her bad manners she turned her attention to Edmond. [i]" My apologies, I should really Thankyou for saving my life. so..thanks, should I ask what it's gonna cost me?"[/i] She gives him a wry smile that suggests they both know they are pretty much -blam!-ed. After a while she manages to get to her feet, blood on her clothes has turned completely black as its dried and left her skin looking as though it's streaked with oil. Turning she stands dwarfed by this massive entrance taking in its entirety before her eyes fall on the access panel. Running her fingers slowly over it, she addresses her companion. [i]" So Edmond, what can you tell me about what's on the otherside of this door?"[/i]