Ashi was leaning back now, eyes set on a spot in the ceiling. It was better than seeing it at any rate; associated the mangled appendage as her former arm was almost too much. She had to focus on the positives. She was alive and going to make it. Her limbs were only remnants of their former selves, but her inner core was fine. Her head was fine. She realized her breathing was too ragged and tried to calm it, channel it into deep, steady, controlled breaths. This helped, however much it could. The drugs were wearing off fast, as if the resetting suddenly reminded her body of exactly how much damage it'd taken—the drugs now meaningless. Breathe in. Out now. In again. She could hear Riola talking to her in the background, more for her benefit than anything, grounding her to consciousness and her giving a response would only work to further cement her there.
The princess looked down at the extended cigarette, and offered a meek smile, extending her good hand to take it, “Thanks. I've...never smoked before. It's a new experience for me. Does it actually help? With ah...taking one's mind off the pain I mean? I'll take anything at this point.”
Magali was pale, sweat beading at her brow. Had Shaldag faced a different adversary, something that caused clean cuts, she would have been able to pinpoint exactly where the blood was coming from. Instead, his skin peeled away in large scrapes, deeper in places than others, but blood was everywhere. Regardless, she stayed focused, determined on keeping this life in this world. Had she been anyone else, second thoughts may have been had. After all, he was the right hand man in the club that she'd been pimped out of for as long as she could remember. Now, here he was before her, life literally in her hands. But, it was indeed Magali, and she was done with the tragedy. She was going to see to it that he lived.
Briefly, she saw his hand moving, writing with his own blood.
'Tie this to arm,' the blood spelled, and Magali moved her hands, dams that were keeping back rivers of blood, long enough to tie the piece of fabric to his arm, immediately resuming her duties. She said nothing, save for the occasional “Apply more pressure here” or “I've got this part, bandage that—tightly, tightly.”
Mendez and Magali made a great team, despite the circumstances. They'd never worked together before, but following Magali's orders, they'd managed to slow the raging rivers down to merely steady ones, both trying their best to keep the remained of his blood in. They had the benefit of his machinery though. Machinery didn't bleed. It was his core that they were focusing the hardest on, and things were looking grim. It was Mendez's turn to see the crimson writing, and he briefly made contact with Shaldag's one good eye as he realized exactly what he was saying. That glowing chica, the nice one that he (and everyone else) immediately took a liking to...was dead. He swallowed, pressing his lips in a tight line, “We'll make them pay. We'll get them back, and you're gonna live to see it through. Just stay conscious. Maybe focus on the sound of my voice.”
Rosalind looked at Nokra for a moment, realizing that this was probably one of those moments in the felis's life that he would never forget. Hell, Rosalind had grown up working on ships and she still couldn't forget her first time laying eyes on the stars from space. She could remember how her heart had caught in her throat, taking her breath away just long enough for her to have to force air back into her lungs. Not in hyperspace, the stars seemed to dance by, as if standing in a snow globe. The shape of distant galaxies formed just beyond the dancing shapes. This awe was normal for her. This feeling of tininess was normal for her. They were gnats compared to the glory of space, less than gnats even. Bacterium, maybe. “Well, now ye can say ye've not only been'n space, ye've seen it too. Soon ye'll be comandin' it. Et's a feelin' ye never tire of once ye've got the bug.” She smiled.
“What've ye got t'be sorry for?” Rosalind asked, tilting her head only to melt into a smile when she realized she herself was something new to him, “Well, pyra unless they get a job somewhere typically stay on Drypso 38. We're an industrial lot. Some of us get out there, 'ead out, become transports an' nomades or the like. Once we leave though, we rarely settle. Ah can see why ye've never seen any of us. Not the type t'be makin' use of slaves, considerin' we're a lot prone t'hard work.” She gave a rap with her knuckle on one of her horns, it answering with a hollow clunk, clunk, clunk. “They're 'ard. Ye can touch if ye like. The females of our planet get 'em too, unlike our Goim cousins, but they dun get off their planet at all.”
Rosalind chuckled, shifting to a cross legged position and resting her head on laced fingers propped up by elbows on the knee, “Ye know ah'm a lady. Ah could ask 'er for ye. She probl'y could use some more feminine friendships, right? An' the princess es rather occupied bein' injured an' all. Ah could see if she feels the same. If ye want, ah can also give 'er the same spheel ah gave ye about the danger we're in.”
“Killing people isn't necessarily my forte, so I'm sorry I can't help in any other way than to keep my mouth shut,” Fikri said with an honest shrug. He still wasn't particularly fond of the pink woman, so it would be all the same to him should Atrix choose to feed on her, but as long as she was on this ship, it wasn't looking like she'd be able to get away with it. Hyun and Rosalind had a very beneficial, albeit monetary, friendship. It was better for Rosa that she lived, which therefore should mean that it was better for Fikri. But the woman gave him a sour taste in his mouth, and he had other things to worry about than trying to protect her. “Look, I won't get in your way, but I don't think chaining her up is gonna work so long as you're on this ship. If you do do anything to her, I recommend it happen off ship. Just... Rosa's dealing with enough right now.”
Fikri bit his lip, “You're not with the Empire, no. But if you stick around, you'll get more than your fair share of bloodshed. Unfortunately, most likely from both sides. I'm going to treat you as I'm treated. Stay out of your way if you want me to. I'll try not to trigger it as best to my ability, but I do understand.” Fikri's tail swished back and forth, “I'm going to deliver the coffee now before it gets cold, you can come with me if you'd like or I can come back if you still need to vent about something.”