The teenage girl winces as Trax moves over to help her down.
"Be careful"
Well, she HAD been careful. She hadn't let the frelling thing shoot her, had she? It wasn't her fault the fraking droid's programming had placed it in this duct at this specific time. She hated droids anyway.
Hesitantly she worked to extricate herself from the duct, allowing Trax to help her as she slid down.
As her body became visible out of the duct it was quite obvious that her pants were now torn and blood was pretty prominently covering them. Pieces of metal shrapnel, in some places, were still sticking out of her skin and it was obvious that she was in pain.
It was equally as obvious, however, that she was trying her utmost to pretend that she was fine as she accepted help down from the duct.
"Well....the stun grenades worked...", she commented...