Avery grunts, her lip pulling further with disgust the more these men talk. Bastards, the lot of them.

The situation is still tense of course, but the adrenaline has begun to wear off a bit, and her shoulder is starting to sting something fierce. She glances to it just long enough to note that she is apparently bleeding, though she doesn't even remember when she was cut in the heat of battle, and then her attention is back on the enemies around her and under her knife, in case of further trouble. She's not counting on it at this point, but better safe than sorry, right?

"And they won't even open the gates to save you?" she mutters darkly. "Sounds like you picked a real winner to toss in with."