A grenade blows Martes clean in two, leaving the extractors' resident slime both physically and mentally divided. Reuniting the warring factions of her personality will be a challenge—even if they don't kill each other first.
Martes-chan, you seem down, pu.
مارتيس-تشان، تبدين محبطةً، بو
Geht es dir nicht gut, Martes-chan?
Te veo muy desanimada, Martes.
Te veo muy desanimada, Martes.
Martès, ça n’a pas l’air d’aller.
Martessuccia, mi sembra tu non stia bene, puuu.
Martes-chan, você parece abatida, pu.
Мартес, ты как-то приуныла.