[ She's more than happy to let Miller help her down, tugging the coat a little closer around her shoulders. ]
Just my arm. Dislocated, I think, I can't really move it.
[ She hates this, hates not being able to fight, hand tightening on the handle of her axe as she watches the mutant howl and run towards them. Ocelot's entrance pulls something of a smile out of her. ]
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Just my arm. Dislocated, I think, I can't really move it.
[ She hates this, hates not being able to fight, hand tightening on the handle of her axe as she watches the mutant howl and run towards them. Ocelot's entrance pulls something of a smile out of her. ]