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.
There, there.
هوّني عليك
Ist ja gut.
No pasa nada.
No pasa nada.
Allons, ça va.
Su, su.
Calma, calma.
Тихо, тихо.