Ursula Goldsmith
She scratched the back of her head as every single metaphorical cogs within her body screamed for her to stop Cain from freeing the prisoners. A loud sigh escaped her lips as she finally came to accept the possibilit yof leaving this place.
'Ey, bossman.
She referred to the one talking to Cain I know my ways on doin' some nasty stuff for use so long I get anythin' to work with, ya know.
She picked her weapon, which was barrelign the torture chamber door and tossed it to him. Das one of 'em. Got it from the shit I managed to get in the torture room just behind us.
Anythin' works. So long theres different parts somewhere in this shithole, I can make 'em to fill in the lack of swords or whatever else yall are used to wield. It ain't gonna last forever, but should be good ta go til' we get some actual weapons or somethin'.
