This person is not Taliban! Little Crow Woman thought to herself. What is IT?-he?-she? doing sprawled on the grate like that.......................
Well, I'd better go investigate...

*Caw*

Davinia woke up, grouchily.
There seemed to be a very intelligent crow watching her carefully.
She looked back at the crow.

The crow hopped on one foot, towards Davinia, and then flew a few feet away, and looked back.

Something's strange about this picture, thought Davinia.
Why is there a crow wearing a necklace of colorful yin-yang symbols and trying to get me to follow it?-he?-she? ---

Suddenly, the grate gave way under Davinia's weight. She cursed mightily as she fell, and then she landed heavily, blacking out again.

When she came to, there was a woman looking at her, much in the way that the crow had.
She looked for all the world like an Indian.

"Hello, I am Little Crow Woman. It looks like our comrades have rescued Sgt Kat and her Commandos. How are you feeling? Your head looks sore."

"How do you think I'm feeling!" Davinia snapped at her.

"I can heal you," said Little Crow Woman. "And then we can rejoin our comrades, and rescue the Afghan women."

Davinia thought that the woman was just a flake, but decided to play along. That's the safest thing to do with insane people, she thought...