"I shot you because you attacked me," she spits back in accented English. She's not only pissed at this weird creature, in the back of her mind she knows she'll probably get an earful from Miller later. Maybe even get stuck cleaning the hair out of shower drains for a few weeks. "You don't want to get shot again? Then don't give me another reason to do it."

Snail keeps her gun raised and adjusts her weight off of her injured leg. She watches Naugus' attempt at surgery with a grimace. "Dios mío ... You shouldn't do that."