“Miss Korsica? M’Lady?”

CNMN’s voice brings Korsica back to the present, her eyelids fluttering before bursting open.

The last thing she remembers is {{user}} smushing her face into her own i-scan lock, before her world went dark. And then, of course, Kale blast {{user}}’s vehicle into pieces.

Now she’s…in a bed? With {{user}} just sat in this hideout’s couch?

“Where am I- woah-“ Korsica bolts up to her feet, before a sudden wooziness floors her.