[ sleep is optional for them, too, but she's noticed she performs much better against most killers if got a few hours in.

she watches him like a hawk as he nears the tower that looks like it's going to collapse on in itself. she tries not to pay too much attention to his machete that's currently propped against the wall, and not in his hand. ]

Guess my luck's already running out. That's unfortunate.

[ just because her default state in a trial is injured doesn't mean she should be used to the pain, okay! though, she definitely walks like everything is a-okay, like she's good as new.

she realizes she's got her work cut out of her (never mind that he told her it wouldn't work anyway, she doesn't listen); the corvettes are in terrible fucking shape, the tires are flat and all crooked, and the hood is rusted to shit. it's a wonder she can even pop it open at all. oh, it's bad. ]

The tower's one of your 'other shit to fix', I take it? She looks old. Older than these babies. [ she gestures at the red cruisers. ]