[She's staggering over towards the vent as well, hand (the one with all her fingers intact) pressed against her side, which is now bleeding a little bit more heavily after being crushed by a robot for a few tag rounds. It's hoarse, due to the smoke, but:]
I can... go first again.
[Who knows if anyone hears that, though, given the hearing damage? It's a little bit hushed, too, so someone else is free to take their turn as line leader in this conga of death through the vents.]
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I can... go first again.
[Who knows if anyone hears that, though, given the hearing damage? It's a little bit hushed, too, so someone else is free to take their turn as line leader in this conga of death through the vents.]