The first sounds she can make are meager coughs and the reedy wheeze that comes when she tries so desperately to pull air into her lungs. Still stunned, she blinks her eyes and can see flickers of movement, changes of shadows as fire and smokey moonlight filter through the holes in the crumbling ceiling.

"Red?" she manages to choke out. The fall completely winded her. Knocked every ounce of breath from her lungs. She hurts all over. Head to toe. A broken chunk of flooring pins both her legs to the floor, and she thinks she may be bleeding. But it shifts easily enough and she can wiggle all her toes, so it's better than it could have been.

But it hurts too much to move. She can't breathe quite right, yet. Her head feels light. "I-- Red? You need to get out. I'll be fine."

It's probably a lie. But Red needs to save herself. There has to be a way out from down here. Everything has an exit, somewhere.