[Death by Mirrors]

"Why do you think I-" Her piercing eyes still had barely adjusted to that sick, flickering light in here, but they already scanned the person on the floor. Know your enemy. It was one of these habits she couldn't get rid of, even though nowadays only a few scars told of her fighting days. Then she glanced at her own hand. "Oh, right. Sorry."
Emery tucked her knife back into a pocket and crouched down next to Krystalina. "I'm Em. Are you alright?" What a stupid question. Emery bit her lip the moment she had asked. That stranger looked roughly as wrecked as Emery felt right now, maybe even a little more. She rummaged through another pocket of her cargo pants and handed Krystalina half of a dried herb. "Here, that should help."