[With their abrupt exit, Peko nearly ends up losing her balance, grip loosening on her sword for a moment as she tries to figure out just where they are. She's still bleeding, of course, rather badly, since she didn't have any armor or anything to absorb the dragon's claws. Just a tattered, bloody sailor suit, sliced along one arm and her upper chest.
She sways a little as she looks around for another threat, and instead is offered... cheese?]
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[She doesn't even have an answer to that, reaching behind her to slip her katana back into its sheath within her bag, then collapse back against the nearest wall to grip her injury with her now-free hand. At least she still has a bunch of non-vomity tissues to try to staunch the blood?
It's not going to help, and she absolutely needs stitches, some disinfectant, and like one million bandaid, but she doesn't want to leave until she makes sure Yang (and that Kirkland guy) are alright.]
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She sways a little as she looks around for another threat, and instead is offered... cheese?]
...
[She doesn't even have an answer to that, reaching behind her to slip her katana back into its sheath within her bag, then collapse back against the nearest wall to grip her injury with her now-free hand. At least she still has a bunch of non-vomity tissues to try to staunch the blood?
It's not going to help, and she absolutely needs stitches, some disinfectant, and like one million bandaid, but she doesn't want to leave until she makes sure Yang (and that Kirkland guy) are alright.]