V looks at the girl. His vision is hazy, he looks at his hands and then around, disoriented. He looks at the girl again, with a groan he steps forward and places his hand against the wall, a green moss grows around it, he turns to the girl and thinks at her Can you hear me? He doesn't stay still, but stretches his muscles by moving around. He looks around for her escort, while part of his brain is still trying to fight. He subconsciously switches to his drill, his prefered weapon, and waves it in the air warding off splicers that are no longer there.