[ It makes for a gruesome picture, when her mouth twists up into a wry curve with all that skin still knitting itself back together. Her faint grin pulls at the fresh flesh, straining it for that one moment before the seared skin seems to miraculously close itself up. ]

What, are you worried about me now? What the fuck happened to kicking my ass?

[ She hefts the unconscious bank teller on her shoulder to readjust her grip, nodding her towards the windows where they entered. ]

I'm fine. Let's just get these civilians out of here — they're the last ones.