Letting the butt of her rifle rest on the toe of her boot, Psyche took a second to feel inside her jacket over her injured rib. A small twinge of pain shot through her when she felt it and she winced a second before pulling her hand back out. Her eyes fell on the girl with slight skeptisism.
"Should have left you in the blast's way. Might have knocked some sense into that thick skull of yours," she mused passively; resisting the urge to give her a good whamp on the back of the head while pulling her bag off her back. Dissasembling the rifle was a breeze and she starting picking the glass slivers from her arm. While the others hurried to pick up the priest, she spent a few moments searching for his sword, remebering he had had it knocked away earlier. Wrapping the charred and still slightly hot metal in her jacket, she picked it up. She did not get on the mech right away, her emerald eyes hiding the slight distrust she held having only meeting these people recently. "I'll meet you there." she said swiftly before spinning on her heel and high tailing it out of there.
