[hider=Lauren Linn][img]https://i.imgur.com/myzliCL.jpeg[/img][/hider]
Lauren would of screamed if she could, though the pain of what had just happened during the remainder of the groups descent was too much for her mind to bear--let alone process. The feeling of the metal screws bolted into her bones liquifying had sent waves of tremendous pain through her body as her prosthetics were forcibly stripped off of her by whatever phenomenon ruled down in these depths, the non-metal components to her prosthetics left completely detatched and disconnected from each other beside her on the ground. Her gun had been rendered useless with only the plastic body remaining, with even her mechanical owl minions left barren and stripped of the components that made them alive. The only thing Lauren could do was lay on the ground, tears silently rolling down the sides of her face as she struggled to even breathe through the pain. At the very least the iron in her blood was spared, though the severe pain made her wish it hadn't been.

A high pitched squeak barely escaped her open maw, every muscle in her body tense as it processed the pain gradually. Where her prosthetics had once been attached were open wounds and exposed nerve endings, though all were currently concealed beneathe the clothes she had on. Her gaze was locked onto the fake sky above them as she tried to stay calm, managing to take a deep enough breath to try and speak.
[b][color=f7941d]"C-can someone... Anyone, lend m-me a hand?"[/color][/b] Lauren stuttered a bit through the pain, groaning and gritting her teeth as pain suddenly flared through her body. Without her prosthetics or her P90 she was effectively dead weight, as the only limb she had intact was her flesh and bone left arm and hand... And it wasn't even her dominant hand either. As much as she would of loved to hold out hope that her prosthetics would eventually return to her, her gut feeling was that even her regenerative ability wouldn't be able to create a loop hole in this peculiar environment. There was no guarentee that any regenerated prosthetics wouldn't immediately be stripped away from her once more, so for now she'd need to focus her efforts on getting out of the depths... Or rather, staying out of the groups way as [b][i]they[/i][/b] found a way out of here. Without the means to do so herself she would have to rely on the others to pick up and store her belongings, and thankfully of the few posessions she had on hand her duffle bag and invisibility cloak remained unaffected.