Wet

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A young soaking wet women walked into the cafe. She smelt alittle like the sea, even her skin some how looked like water. She left little wet foot prints where she'd been. Her green eyes almost glow, although the glow is fading. "Help?" she asked softly. 
Anyone who could sense life forces would sense two from her. 
"I need.....help"