[ Percy's need to be certain momentarily goes to war with the urge to conserve ammunition, and in the end he slowly lowers the rifle. Considering the amount of blood on the floor, if it isn't dead now, it will be soon enough, and that will have to do. He slings Bad News back over his shoulder and finally turns back towards his companion, only to find himself frowning slightly at the tired slump of her shoulders. ]
Are you alright?
[ The way she's shaking her hands is puzzling for a second, until the thought flickers in that the blood could be acidic. He's still frowning as he makes his way towards her, carefully skirting the finally-still lizard corpse. ]
Here. [ He pulls a somewhat ragged-looking cloth from his pocket, one of the ones he uses to maintain his guns. It seems like a worth sacrifice. ]
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Are you alright?
[ The way she's shaking her hands is puzzling for a second, until the thought flickers in that the blood could be acidic. He's still frowning as he makes his way towards her, carefully skirting the finally-still lizard corpse. ]
Here. [ He pulls a somewhat ragged-looking cloth from his pocket, one of the ones he uses to maintain his guns. It seems like a worth sacrifice. ]