Codi huffs a breathless, wry laugh. "What would you rather I said?" she asks, wincing as she rolls into a slightly more dignified position on her elbows. Her injured leg is held awkwardly in front, the fabric of her pants soaked red from mid-thigh down to her calf. The fact that the color has drained from her face and she's broken into a cold sweat says that this is probably too much blood for her to be losing right now. "'Please take this orange so you won't stab me again'? These things appreciate decorum more than honesty, Juhani - I'm just giving them what they want."