Hey, I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk about me like I'm some kinda stray. [pointedly ignoring Zero...... between the murderous psycho and this big dumb friendly dragon, she'd rather address the dragon.

good news, she more or less stopped bleeding already, bad news, her hands are still completely fucked up. she can see her assault rifle not too far away, half-buried in the sand from when Mikhail made his entrance. maybe this is actually a great stroke of luck for her— it's just more time bought until another team is sent to find her.

so if it means playing along with the dragon, okay.]

But sure. I'll join you and your... friends. [is that even the right word??]