[ this is not the first time andy has lost a limb. but it might be the first time its been essentially quartered away from her body - it's not a manner of execution she's previously suffered. ]

[ she screams when the creature pulls her arm off, expletives echoing down the hall as she hears the thunk of her axe into another body before it lumbers away. she allows the time to lay facedown with the pain of it for a few moments, angry at herself for letting the monster get the better of her. the blood loss has her dizzy as it pools down her chest and near her mouth, spilling across the floor. it takes tremendous effort, sliding her remaining arm under her head and using it to help slowly roll herself over so she's on her back. she breathes heavily from the effort but now the only thing left to do is just... fucking wait. she feels like she just fucking did this with her own fucking skin, but at least she still had the baseline of her bones. ]

[ she is now missing the bones! ]

FUCK. [ it's loud and frustrated most of all, but there's no hiding the pain of it too. luckily, she can already feel the sensation of the bone re-forming from the jagged edge where the monster had broken it straight off, up at her shoulder. ]

[ the amount of blood seeping down andy's shirt is cause for alarm, but as she hurries through the ship she doesn't move like she's been wounded. mostly she is both angry and worried for others on board. ]

[ perhaps you saw her lose her arm. and yet now andy has both arms, and her axe, trailing after the destruction and hoping no one else has lost any limbs along the way. ]

Where the fuck did it go! [ it's not even a real question, she's just pissed despite the very worrisome appearance of her bloodstained self. it's a pretty obscene amount of blood smeared over the clothes and up her neck, speckled on her face. ]

[ ooc note: andy's arm will heal/grow back with fairly quick turnaround, so i'm not looking for too many tag ins for the healing process unless we've talked about it! communism !]