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.
Huh? Um... H-Her cheek, maybe?
ماذا؟ حسناً... خـ-خدّاها ربما
Ähm … Nun …
A-An der Wange oder so?
Eh? Ecco... le guance ad esempio...
Ah, bem... tipo... a bochecha?
А? Ну... щёчку, может?..