"Ah, erm, yeah, we should better go"
Rezzea said, at the brink of consciousness from all the blood-loss.
She sheathed her swords but held her pistol in her hand, not realizing it had been fully unloaded into a mutant.
As she reached out her hand, she couldn't reach but half of her arm out, but legs worked fine.
"I can't lounge between objects in this state, unless"
She quickly turned around, stopped to shake her headache away from the fast spin, and grabbed hold on boots that still stood on the floor, heels trying to escape.
"These are anti-gravity, used for repair purposes"
She explained as she slipped them on, they were big and widespread, so no arm work was required.
After getting them on, she started stomping her way, trying to get used to the feel of the new footwear.
"Come on, I think the bomb's about to go off, we need to hustle out of here, pronto!"
She grabbed hold of the doorframe, and let the doc and Aza pass her. She was in no state for combat.