[She turns to see him when he walks in, and she certainly looks a bit worse for wear. Fortunately ☆ZRAEL black doesn't show the blood very much, but her dress is shredded down one arm and over her gut, and her hair is matted together in places.

She appears to have been perusing a rack of antique machetes, and has selected an ornate one with a swept-back blade the length of her forearm.]

Everyone must be occupied elsewhere this time. Luckily.

[...takes a few steps towards him, looking him over]

Though I suppose it's luckier it wasn't quite everyone.