[Fang is just... You know what. Forget it. The communicator is clipped to her belt and she's going to be looking a nice place up high again where no cie'th can bash her over the head unexpectedly, cause, well, ow. Sighing heavily she'll sit, reaching up to scratch at the back of her head, some hair matted with blood and a grimace crosses her face for a split second as fingers brush against a wound on her head.]

Jus' be careful, yea?