Her dark hair is somewhat messed up, dusty, sprinkled with pink and light blue powder and smudges of wet grass and sweat from landing on the gentleman and then moving onto the ground. Her forearms and wrists remain trussed behind her back, forcing her to lean forwards a bit; she is stubbornly determined not to implore a complete stranger to remove her bonds, but still she is feeling very much looked at, as she faces the sunburnt man and the shorter, curvy woman dressed in a lovely green sari. They gaze at the two westerners unemotionally, first at him, then at her, as if assuming that she belongs with him. Louise is feeling exposed in front of the Indian woman in particular, but says nothing as the two orientals exchange glances and nods, and then the woman looks at her again.
"You arrived at the right hour" she says as if she was stating a simple fact, and making no explanation of what she means.
Lou shakes her head, finally trying for "Do you know the person who had me bound to a pole? or whoever threw the rocket or bomb or whatever...?"
The woman smacks her lips, subtly smiling but saying nothing. She hasn't even acknowledged the question.
"I said, do you know -" Lou says again, in a slightly more tense voice, but is interrupted by the woman slapping her on the side of her face and then putting her finger before her mouth, looking steadily at her. Apparently, questions are not allowed for her, perhaps not even any words.
"I'm okay" Louise mumbles to the man beside her, looking around the scene of trees, bright lights and people dancing with bright clothes enhanced by even more bright spots of paint and coloured powder.