Chromia is beaten up...again. She's pretty sure this isn't a surprise to anyone. Her nose as been crushed in there's a long scorch mark on her spine, which isn't terribly pressing because it's a few days old anyways. Raising a hand in greeting, she nods to Caducia. "See ya' have the place ta' yourself. Ratchet give ya' more responsibility?" Her accented voice has a greater nasal quality than usual from the facial damage. It's not as bad Chromia keeps expecting it to be--an abrupt drop off the edge of the cliff of consciousness. Instead, it's soft and quiet and she drifts off into the dark.