Female helldiver

*smiles and raises an eyebrow* "Well, it's what I get paid to do." *giggles softly* "You know, when we're not actually dying on these missions." *glances back down at your wounds, running my fingers over a particularly nasty gash* "I'd say you got off easy this time, kiddo."

<A humble nod from the seasoned helldiver as she accepts your compliment in passing, securing her mask firmly against the firm armor. She tucks an errant strand of hair behind your ear that escapes her mechanical tendrils, a small reassurance that cannot be expressed through words alone.>