Garnet's panic is only rising: what should she do? Judging from the noises coming from the young woman’s mouth, she is very much not okay. Garnet’s eyes dart across her body, trying to take in as much information as possible, but struggling. The little information her brain is able to retain isn’t promising. She’s a sickly pale, appears to be half-starved from the condition of her skin, and her eyes don’t seem to be able to focus on anything... Is she sick? Was she attacked? She’s clutching her stomach as if she’s in extreme pain... did she get hit by a car? How long has she been lying here?

It’s not until this thought that it even occurs to Garnet’s sleep-deprived mind that this woman could very possibly need assistance immediately.

Her hand is shaking as she digs into her pocket, and her fumbling fingers drop the phone onto the ground as soon as it’s freed from her jeans. It takes another few seconds of struggling to pick it back up and attempt to unlock it. “I’m going to call for help,” she says, voice strained, although at this point she’s not even certain the woman can understand her.