She settles her bag onto the ground and just collapses beside it. Her arm hurts from the strange position but what stretching she can do doesn't help much. It's a vague whisper in the roar of her leg to be honest, she can barely feel it. Her eyes crawl over Gamzee, the strange poison in her mind thumping away beside a rush of pain. It'd be simple, easy, quick--and she thrusts it down. Is her mind going, to be thinking these thoughts? She doesn't know.

"If they did that to my lusus, I've not seen it." Of course, she could have missed them. Thought they were a beast, ran away. More importantly, she does not speak of the things they both know. Cullbait indeed, her and him, the pair he is keeping hidden from the danger.

"Do you think they're waiting for you to prove this a trap or something silly? Like you use traps. Subjuggulators don't use traps, they kill first, ask questions later. I mean, you ask more questions than most, but traps aren't your style. If you wanted me dead, you'd have me dead. So I bet they're confused. Waiting to see what happens."

She's rambling, skin pale and clammy. A human might be dead by now but she's still clinging to life with stubbornness. For now. Sudden dismemberment still has an effect.

Her eyes meet his, trails back down to the items and she tries to quirk a smile. She's had pain. It'd pass. Probably.

"Got anything to bite on. I'll be loud if you burn my wound shut."