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.
Oh, well, I might be 
reasonably naughty, actu—Hm?
حسناً، قد أكون بذيئةً على نحوٍ
معقول في الواقع... ماذا؟
Nein … Vielleicht war es doch
verhältnismäßig unanständig …
Bueno, yo no diría que no lo soy.
Bueno, yo no diría que no lo soy.
Euh, en fait…
Tout est relatif, on va dire…
Oh, beh, forse un pochino sconci lo era... Eh?
Não, eu... diria que era
algo bem safadinho... Hm?
Ну, может, в пределах нормы...