"Don't kill yourself getting dressed" she said through the door. She would respect his privacy even though it sounded like a showdown was happening in the bathroom. She sunk to ground and leaned against the wall exhausted. The both of them were in horrible condition. She removed her helmet and coughed covering her mouth with her hand only to find that when she pulled her hand away it wAs covered in blood. Internal bleeding from the bullet wound? She frowned. Maybe. She quickly wiped it on her suit and waited for him to come out not bothering to put her helmet back on. Her dark blue eyes were narrowed and a darker red hair fell in her face, hiding part of it. She had sharp cheekbones and a narrowed but firm jaw line