[Ziggy keeps herself out of sight (out of mind), through she peeks through the somewhat broken underside of the wagon to witness the fight up ahead. She had no reason to worry; Spider-Lady's clearly got a leg-up on any of these guys, especially when they don't have the pulsefire to fall back on.
But she's really tired. The adrenaline is still there, but it doesn't seem to want to bolster her body anymore, and she sags in exhaustion against a wheel. Just need a minute to rest, she thinks tiredly. Just a little hungry and tired. She wishes she still had ammunition for that stupid gun. She wishes she brought something way more advanced from the Ximilia. Next time, she for sure will.
After a moment, she leans back out to survey the scene. It's gone a bit quiet, so that means one thing:]
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But she's really tired. The adrenaline is still there, but it doesn't seem to want to bolster her body anymore, and she sags in exhaustion against a wheel. Just need a minute to rest, she thinks tiredly. Just a little hungry and tired. She wishes she still had ammunition for that stupid gun. She wishes she brought something way more advanced from the Ximilia. Next time, she for sure will.
After a moment, she leans back out to survey the scene. It's gone a bit quiet, so that means one thing:]
You alive out there, right?