"Yeah, I'll get her moving." she agreed, moving and fishing a rag from her bag, to clean up of course "Definitely feel much better now... thanks, really."<br/><br/>Once she was able to get her pants on without making herself a mess, she took a moment to stretch before leaving, pistol still at her hip securely and in plain view, like her artificial arms sticking out of her tight tank top.  Luckily those arms made really nice distinct knocks against doors... but instead of knocking, she opened up the door to the French girl's room; might as well see what she was doing in there...