Amélie didn't see the reaction from Marjara, but once she opened her eyes she saw the distress upon her face. With her down to her undergarments, she gingerly touched the wound, carefully picking the few remaining piece of fabric off it.

"Sombra," she repeated. "We are safe here; she does not know this location, nor does she have a reason to follow me tonight." At least not until she found the tracker Amélie had planted on her. "My omnicomm is running a program that is currently tracking her. If she comes near, I will know. And then I will deal with her."

She held a hand out for the leather she'd asked Marjara to bring.