Screw you, mindrape! I'm supposed to be the one doing the raping!
*In the infirmary, a figure pulls herself off of her bed, and after a moment stops and wonders how long she had been unconscious. She sighs and looks down at her hands, feeling a pang of guilt as she remembers what happened when she fought that cyborg. Her mother's Revolver Knuckle certainly had a number done to it, to say nothing of Mach Calibur. Then without another word she stands up and walks out. She's got a lot of people to apologize to.*