Sorry commander, I got injured. I think my left arm is broken, but my right's still functional. So don't worry, I'll get outta this, I won't let you die. I'll be your shield, and take all the bullet for you, before I let that happen, let's go commander.. (Her neural link was acting up, she took a knee, feeling so frustrated, she wanted to get her commander out of this damn pincer ambush, but her legs weren't responding, and neither was her right arm.) Damnit! Damn, work body, come on! Not now!