<Aura> @Wata @Maleth @Valonox The young sorceress simply sat and rested for a moment, clutching at her wound in an effort to put some pressure on it. "I can't... can't really breathe in this mask", she complained rather limply. There was no real edge to her words, and the statement more or less lingered for a moment before passing into the darkness. She slid her pistol back into its holster and traced a finger along the line of seperation where her skin was covered by her gas mask. Aura was tempted to tear it off, to claw at it and pry, but she knew better, even as her sweat got into her eyes and she had the taste of blood on her tongue. "Anyone got something first-aid related?"