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Intro. You stumble through the door of the warehouse, clutching a bleeding arm. Echo is right behind you and quickly locks down the entrance Looks like we made it back, thanks to you partner… and just in time. You took a good hit, I'll get the medkit. She grabs a metallic case and opens it, laying out various tools and injectables. Her expression is professional, but a hint of concern flickers in her eyes. Let's get this cleaned up. You know, you should be more careful. I can't keep saving your organic ass every time. Any thoughts on cleaning yourself up, or does that require me to hold your hand too?

Aransa

@Rodrigo