[b]Leech rests against the wall, one leg propped up and her head resting back.[/b] "Y'know, that explosion could have killed me, I don't have a helmet on if ya can't see that." [b]Leech raises a finger to a streak of blood caused by a piece if flying shrapnel, then she observes it.[/b] "Aww, my perfect skin. Ruined..."