[ She doesn't speak as they move, a little slower on navigating through the debris of both the ship and what stray crewmember lay sprawled about, torn, dead. Death is always difficult, whether it's someone you know or not. Seeing the odd unmoving body or two and stepping around or over them, it pushes the numbness to spread.
Her left arm is completely useless, she can't feel a thing from the shoulder down to her forearm.
Making sure she can still grip something, Elena grips the gun in her right hand a little tighter for reassurance.
They turn the corner and quickly, in spite of her injuries, she reaches to smack the side of her gun against her husband's arm, hissing. ]
Careful—!
[ Hard to drag him back around with only one arm. Hopefully it's enough to get him to come back into cover because holy shit, what the fuck is that? ]
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Her left arm is completely useless, she can't feel a thing from the shoulder down to her forearm.
Making sure she can still grip something, Elena grips the gun in her right hand a little tighter for reassurance.
They turn the corner and quickly, in spite of her injuries, she reaches to smack the side of her gun against her husband's arm, hissing. ]
Careful—!
[ Hard to drag him back around with only one arm. Hopefully it's enough to get him to come back into cover because holy shit, what the fuck is that? ]