"Shit," Teren breathes, her voice half a whine, and raises her good arm to quickly wipe the tears from her eyes. Not that she cries, mind you, but no one can stop the waterworks when they're in agony.
"My fucking--" she begins, curses herself, and nudges her head toward her unaddressed but severely mutilated left leg. "It's burned. Or something." She sighs this out in short, angry bursts. "Acid, it belched acid."
And indeed, upon closer inspection, a hideous acid burn stretches from her upper thigh to just below her calf, wrapping around in the odd formation created by liquid projectile.