There's someone here named Thom. A healer. He helped me when I first came, and my injuries were extensive. Go see him.

[She ought to check in with Thom, actually...

Maketh huffs, though she's still grinning. It's almost funny, now that she's stepped back from the Empire and all its complications.] You have no idea. That prototype was probably a year's worth of my salary. Possibly two. And of course the engineers needed funding to do repairs and my idiot troopers think launching rockets is going to solve any of that.

I'm fortunate you lot are smarter than that.