It's gone. It's all gone.

For someone that had almost died, Isa was in surprisingly good spirits. She had to be. Sirius was sour and defeated and she just couldn't let him stay that way. Her lungs still hurt and she had coughing fits due to a scratchy and pained throat, but she would be okay. They would all be okay. No one had been killed in the freak accident. There were some injuries, but they had all made it out alive. That was what mattered.

The big brute was sitting in front of the stores which was where Isa had almost met her end. Coming up beside him, the blue woman eased herself against his side, settling her head upon his shoulder. "This was out of our control," she spoke softly, knowing that he was upset about everything. "It looks a mess, but everything is replaceable. No lives were stolen." Reaching up, she kissed his cheek gently, a smile on her face. "So let's salvage what we can, eh?"

"Speech"