[Horse certainly isn't quiet. Flagged, the gravelly ramble of her progress stops moving away from Bella, swings around, and very audibly starts to stump toward her instead, overturning little pieces of gravel and cracking a lot of glass, until she sails properly into view. She looks like a fright, but so does everyone by the standards of 'not in war.' Bella looks like a fright.] You got yourself a war wound, eh?
Medkit's white, [Horse tells her, already hunkering down beside the woman. Despite her interest in the woman's injuries, she presents Bella with her side rather than immediate medical attention for the moment, her eyes focused over the lump of rubble she'd passed through to get here. Watching the outside, still. The lightning rifle, she balances atop the broken barrier that Bella had selected to hide behind. Horse sights down the long weapon, waiting for the red lights to sweep through, for the black bulk of chassis to follow.
There's a mix of a promise and a warning in the gesture she throws Bella sidelong: one quick forefinger uplifted. Just a sec, just one robot, best be quiet. She'll kill the thing as fast as she can.]
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Medkit's white, [Horse tells her, already hunkering down beside the woman. Despite her interest in the woman's injuries, she presents Bella with her side rather than immediate medical attention for the moment, her eyes focused over the lump of rubble she'd passed through to get here. Watching the outside, still. The lightning rifle, she balances atop the broken barrier that Bella had selected to hide behind. Horse sights down the long weapon, waiting for the red lights to sweep through, for the black bulk of chassis to follow.
There's a mix of a promise and a warning in the gesture she throws Bella sidelong: one quick forefinger uplifted. Just a sec, just one robot, best be quiet. She'll kill the thing as fast as she can.]