"Yeah, but I could hope I'm still managing to be prettier." It's habit, talking like that. there's normally at least one other lieutenant around to bullshit with, or a couple sergeants she knows well enough.

She eyes the bandages distrustfully, but what kind of choice is there? Bleeding to death from suspicion sounds like a dumb way to go. "Huh."

Still leaning against North--hey, if he lets her, she might as well--she starts carefully stripping off the body armor, jacket first, to reveal a white, circuitry-laced long-sleeved shirt beneath. Well, it was white at one point. It's now mostly, wetly red. "Oh--fuck me." There are still bits of metal sticking out of her flesh, though it's mostly superficial except for the large wound in her side. "I'm going to chew someone a new asshole for this. Next-gen armor, my foot."