Nina's breath came hard, the air in her lungs like fire as panic set in. It was so easy to be prideful and arrogant in the face of a monster. But knowing Jeritza would not enjoy the sight of her broken body, would hate knowing how and why it happened, made her feel like she was the monster for what she was about to make him suffer through.

It was agony, hearing him shout like that - too used to the monotone. Maybe she should have been pleased he sounded like a person, for once, instead of some dead, emotionless machine, but the price wasn't worth it.

"No." She murmured, and it was stupid to even try and hide it. She had nowhere to go. She needed help, even if the help came at the hands of the man who had inflicted the wounds. Sort of. "Just call for help and go. You don't need to be here." She lifted her head so he could hear her speak, revealing the acid burning her hand, the blood on her lips and chin, and hints of the wounds on her chest. The broken arm was, well, fairly obvious and difficult to hide in any position, hanging lamely at her side against the tile. "I'm sorry."