"Joints are all goo," Maya grumbled, why'd she'd gone for a weapon, her limbs weren't working well enough for most the hand to hand she had training in? "Where's my gear. What am I wearing?"

Aya felt like she was losing a lung honestly but eventually she spat to the side and scrubbed a hand over her face. Bleh. "Cold...robes. White, heavy. Sammite?"