For some reason, the synthetic left her alone. Shaking her head, Aria turned, hearing someone walk up to her. Getting an alcoholic cotton swab to her bleeding forehead wasn't what she was expecting.<br/>"Hell Red!" Aria hissed, knowing who it was without needing to really look. Aria winced visibly, since the cut burned. Aches, pains, bruises, cuts, torture even Aria could deal with. But the healing process was murder.<br/>She caught her teammate's hand, giving back a scowl of a look as well and taking the cotton swab from her.<br/>"I think I can take care of myself. And you shouldn't believe all the rumors you hear. Only half of them are usually true." Riley muttered, dabbing at her forehead again, more lightly.<br/><br/>As the door swung open and slammed into the wall, Riley looked up, quickly pulling a blank expression. And there was her Major. Wonderful. Riley watched him almost critically as he maneuvered towards the mechanic that Aria had beat down. If he looked over the man carefully, her Major would notice all of Aria's signatures. Aria had a way of targeting her opponents weaknesses and capitalizing on them. They weren't hard to notice, since the attacks usually left the victim completely incapacitated .<br/><br/>Although he seemed to have words with the injured mechanic, the Major said nothing to them. Aria saluted him, of course, and let her masked expression fall as the door closed behind him.<br/>Looking at Red, Aria smirked.<br/>"Well. That went well." She said, glancing at a mirror to make sure she wasn't bleeding at least. "You missed morning work out. You coulda been there for the show. I managed to make 150 credits before 012:00." Aria said, tossing the swaps and band aid towards the garbage before walking towards the exit.