Jim started to speak but stopped himself and waved her off. "Just go, please." He moved over to the Blacksmith and engineers and quickly began to apologize for Britomart's actions.<span style="color: Red">"Oi lad, she's a bitter bitch, ugly an' bitter, but she means well and nobody wants to be here, don't need to apologize fer her. She didn't hurt our feelin's none, but can I offer ye' a drink once these death traps are done?" </span>Jim nodded and smiled. "Sounds good, I'll leave you be now, I'm sure I have more mess to clean up." He headed off towards the main gates and began to talk to several soldiers.<br/><br/>Vyre woke up with a violent shudder and several hard coughs, her breathing nothing more than ragged wheezing for almost ten minutes before she calmed down.<span style="color: Indigo"> "What in Azshara's name..." </span>She rolled onto her side and clutched her chest tightly.<span style="color: Indigo">"It felt like something... or someone was squeezing my lungs."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>