I dimly looked to Sylvia.<br/>"I..." I kind of chocked out. "Afran's dead..." My whole body felt like it was on fire. I felt the hot wood and glass that was from what used to be the cabin in my flesh. My clothes were heavily ripped, all the way down to the bandages over my breasts, which were slightly ripped themselves. I noticed Arty run up, seemingly crying, while passing bandages to Sylvia, and getting out plyers. I slowly took out the few bits of medical equipment that I've had, and let them just roll away from me toward the two. I then looked to Arty. "I'm.. sorry for.. being such..." I twinged a little, some tears welling up in my eyes from the pain of the blast, as well as internal pain. "...an annoyance..."