Because I got shot, and it wasn't my fault. I just can't wait until that bastard's in the middle of a bunch of zombies and the laser screwdriver runs out of juice.

[Well, you know how it is, it looks a lot worse than it is. One, because it was worse, and the other reason being that the blood and pus had been smeared a bit before from her holding the areas.]

Same color...? Right, of course.

[Rubs eyes with the back of her hand.]

Hard to tell when my eyes are playing tricks on me out here.