[ What Ace is describing with a lot of casual words is something that sounds two clicks short of horrifying and frankly, a little gross. Vi makes a face at the description. ]

So, where does she breathe? Out of her ass? You know what, it doesn't matter.

[ Vi sticks the sticky bandages to the top of her knuckles over the vile, dirty, and discoloured wrappings already there. Not the most hygienic but at least it's top the blood from flowing freely. ]

Creepy ship, creepy woman and we're trapped with both of them. Did I miss anything?