"Ma'am.. I'm a soldier. Not a magician. You want a magician, you talk to the.. thing, over there." [i]Victoria would point a bloodied, armored finger in a somewhat sarcastic manner at the Krogan, a downright judging expression upon her pale, serious face.[/i] "He'll probably come back to life, after we leave. Stitch together.. like nothing happened. The rest of the Dojo does. Biomass, Guardians.. it drives you nuts."