Dawn had successfully managed to get to her feet, although she still swayed where she stood, as if drunk. She had gotten the tall one to throw his knife, spend a few rounds on the earth, but the other still had his knife. Coincidentally, she didn’t trust his claim of wanting conversation much at all. While he wasn’t the one who had been openly plotting to kill them, neither had the younger, and he had been the first to (physically) attack. Dawn took a few shaky steps to the side, teetering dangerously, but managing to right herself in the last moment.

[i]Sensor. With the gun.[/i] She didn't speak, instead quietly projecting her thoughts into Vivian's own. The merc had told Dawn to stay out of her head, but now, there was little other choice in the matter. [i]There’s...the one who got me...he’s coming this way.[/i] Dawn wasn’t quite sure what that one was yet, still far too dazed to work it out. But if he could do to Vivian what he did to her, then she didn’t want to stick around to find out. She made another weak attempt to paw at the regenerator’s mind, trying to get a hold, but most of her energy had gone into her earlier stunt. His fingers would twitch a bit, perhaps, but nothing worse than a minor muscle spasm at best. 

This was not good by any means.