Aya knelt to check for a pulse while Braig still had a boot on the damn thing, and just so..."heartbeat," she growled. No movement, no real pulse, too much damage for that, but the heart was still going. It was like a damn machine! She got a round into the chest, again, and again before it was so much ground meat. I understand the ammo request now, she noted wryly.

Just...yeah. Wry was a better option right now.