The voice was familiar and not, and Elita managed to groan - mostly to herself because what if there were more bombs around? - and brought an arm inwards. She'd meant to use it to prop herself up, but a warning alert about waiting for an integrity report for safety's sake stopped her and she slumped back, front of the helm resting on her arm.

She hurt all over.

Which wasn't so strange, as she began to slowly glance through the preliminary results of the damage report; one hull-panel ripped through with a long tear and not responding, a smaller one in her abdomen, several other parts of her armour cracked, crushed or otherwise compromised... But at least there were no lost limbs.

Though one leg didn't respond to the demand to move, so there was obviously more damage going on than simple integrity breach in her armour, and one hand was only sporadically responding or sending complete sensory feedback.

She was just relieved her helm felt completely intact - well, besides some surface damage.

And the Prime..? She thought, anyway, had apparently decided to risk it. She grimaced and shook her helm slowly.

::There could be other bombs---:: Not about to attempt to use her vocaliser just yet.