[The cyborg's gory death is disgusting for sure, but Cynthia is more concerned with Nessa's pain. That does not seem like a pleasant substance to have in your eyes.]
Oh, god! Are you okay? [She panics a little bit, unsure of what to do. After a moment or two of floundering, she grabs Nessa's hood and brings it around to wipe at the nasty oil-and-blood mixture on Nessa's face.] I knew I shouldn't have poked it!
[Meanwhile, more faint sounds come from the back of the alley, where it's dark. This can't be good.]
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Oh, god! Are you okay? [She panics a little bit, unsure of what to do. After a moment or two of floundering, she grabs Nessa's hood and brings it around to wipe at the nasty oil-and-blood mixture on Nessa's face.] I knew I shouldn't have poked it!
[Meanwhile, more faint sounds come from the back of the alley, where it's dark. This can't be good.]