Opening his eyes to a tight gap, Kensaki let his head slide aside to face the girl. Soft blonde hair and blue eyes was all he recognized as he drew a shallow breath in. His damaged lungs made it difficult and painful, but not impossible. After all, he needed oxygen, and the stabbing pain in his chest was still not as bad as suffocating. His eyes studied her face, and his lips opened to a tight gap. "Not... Dead yet." he whispered, clenching his fist for a short moment.<br/><br/>No, not yet. He was bleeding and too devoid of energy to return the bloods into his veins, but he was still alive. The bullets didn't seem to hit his heart (though they got almost everything else), or his head, which he managed to protect. Though, he felt terribly cold and weak as he laid on the floor, and he could hardly recognize the girl's face. Though, he'd sure appreciate not being poked.  It didn't make him feel any better.<br/><br/>But this girl wasn't a guard. She had to be one of the prisoners... It was still possible that he isn't going to be shot through the head, or bleed out.