I'm fine. [Says A2, bleeding from being run through with a sword still.] It missed vital parts. It'll heal on it's own. [It's not. Too big of a deal, honestly.

And then she spares a look back at 9S.]

He'll be fine too, if you're worried. I just put his self consciousness data behind a few walls. He won't be happy when he gets up, though. [she rolls her shoulder, awkwardly.

"Blood" spurts from the wound, and drips onto the floor. It's fine!]