<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br/>Diane had stagger through the Honeypot to their space for medical care, sitting on a cot as she undid what fastenings weren't melted and peeled the armour off her body. Her back hunched both from the burns and trying not to knock her head on the curve of the ceiling of the cramped space. Pulling open a cabinet, she jabs an injector into her shoulder, self-medicating some painkillers with a sullen grunt. With a lack of concern for nudity common with the crew, Diane turned her back to let Sera look it over. "Not burnt through to any too serious I hope. Considering I'm still breathing alright."<br/><br/>As she head Fio approach, Diane palmed her face with a sigh. "I don't know, Fio. I feel pretty rough. Wanna let me slap the fuck out of you to give me the will to live?" The spacer snarked in a familiarly grumpy way. "Bonus points if I can use my metal hand." She barks a laugh, then winces as it pulls at the scorched flesh. "But seriously. What the double fuck? Where did we dig up the lead for this job again? Feels like we took a ton of heat for a bag of shit."