Nhaima gave Zelreich a sheepish, uncomfortable half-grimace. An angry red stripe lanced from chin to cheek where it had been touching the body of her ruined pulser and gloves were blackened with holes on her right hand where it had burned through while she tossed it away. Her palm and fingers, where exposed, were also a bright red, but nothing had turned the ash white of a critically serious burn./em>
“I’ll be fine Commander,” she groaned while gingerly propping herself up.
“Give me a minute, some burn cream, and an analgesic?