*Mergoux hesitates but eventually nods*
Mergoux:...Alright... What was that thing? I've never seen anything like it. It was so loud!
*She rolls back the sleeve of her plain roughly made shirt to reveal more ornate tattoos of manacles around her wrists sprouting chains that morph into vines that curl and wrap around her muscled arm, disappearing under the rolled up sleeve at her shoulder*

*The gunshot wound has had a bandage hastily tied around it, but the bullet is still in the arm, and it's bleeding badly.*
*Mergoux must be in quite a bit of pain, but she doesn't outwardly show any as blood trickles down her arm*