(No, def not. Shes seen way worse, Mr. Mailman!)
Crystal hesitantly took the flashlight, and stood up. She pointed it infront of her, and although she was trying to mask that her hands her shaking, you could see it clearly in the beam of light. Her feet shuffled forewards, but she stayed close to Adam. She couldnt help but feel like if she separated even a little bit, it would be like she was in a horror game. Crystal pushed the door open, but then suddenly clicked the flashlight off, pushed Adam inside, and slipped inside too. She slammed the door, barely after she got in. A loud object hit the outside of the door, just as she held it shut...
Damn it! This world has gone to ****** hasnt it.
She spat out the words like they were poison.
So she stood there, back to the door, spread eagle, although whatever it was had gone away. Her eyes were wide.

He led her back to the container. When she pushed him though he expected the worst, turning to fight if need be. As she slammed the door though he calmed turning on the extra light he had in the container. It was pointed up at the ceiling to make the light stretch further about the place. "Are you alright?" He asked standing.

(I was thinking something along the lines of how bad Deadpool's (from the comics) face was, though only on his face, hands and arms. Oh and some of his chest to.)

(Yeah, she would be fine. You like Deadpool? I love it. Read the comics, watched the movies, and played the video game.)
Uhm... not so sure. A better question is did it get you?
She said, still frozen.
Crystal slowly moved her hand to her pocket, searching for the familiar rectangular shape of the smoke box. It wasnt there.
******. I ******ed up. Gotta go get my smokes.
She said, fear shaking her voice.
She reached for the door handle behind her.

"I'm fine." He said grabbing her hand. "But you can't go back out there. It's too dangerous. If it's smokes you need I may have some here though you should really slow down on them...."

(I e watched them but I'm not a super huge fan.)

Yeah, I was kinda hoping you would say that, Trap.
She sighed, relieved.
Although, I do want to warn you. The only reason I go through them so fast, is that they offer calmness... if I lose my chill, I lose controle... and when I lose controle... well lets just say that ****** goes down.
Crystal said directly.
And, thanks for well... the... uh.... flashlight.
She shuffled awkwardly and looked anywhere but Adams face. Suddenly, she hugged him.
****** it... if only the dark could ****** off, and screw itself, I wouldnt have this problem...
Crystal said, her words muffled by Adams shoulder.

He flinched a bit at her touch, the wounds stinging at the sudden pressure. He honestly didn't know what to say, this was all so sudden. Carefully he hugged her back lightly as not to make his burns any worse. "You're welcomed." He said truly. This was a bit awkward to say the least, though it was alright.

Feeling his flinch, she pulled away, but held him by the shoulders at arms length. She looked him up and down. Crystal frowned.
You good? It felt like I hurt you. And DONT lie to me, Trap.
She said, saltily.

"I'm fine." He said simply looking down at her. "You just caught me off guard is all. It's not everyday you get hugged by a stranger."

Oh, yeah... jeez. That was weird... thats not like me to just hug a stranger.
She said, quietly.
She hesitated, then pulled her hands back. They hugged her sides, still trying to holes that peppered her tank top. She shivered. It was cold in here. Crystal felt annoyed that her only shirt and pants were the trashed ones that she was wearing.

"If you want you can borrow one of my shirts, and I have an extra blanket."