Orbit's knees wobbled as she looked around her, at the carnage. Bullets, destruction, fire, so much blood. Her body and mind were having trouble believing it was actually over. Still, the echo of the final gunshot still rang in her ears, a constant low whine at the edges of her hearing. "..." Her mouth opened, and she let out a soft, almost inaudible groan. There weren't words. They hadn't lost, but... there was no way that this was a victory.

Finally, her brain kicked into gear, moving her tired, adrenaline-worn body into motion. She moved to Gabe and crouched, laying a hand against his wound. "You flaming idiot..." It was something only the two of them would understand. She used to call him that, at the very beginning, when they were just getting used to each other. Jin nicknamed everyone, and neither her mentor or her partner had escaped at first. Eventually she settled into a respect for Batman, and a camraderie with Gabe, so the nicknames weren't so usual anymore. But now, he'd made a rookie mistake, thinking with his heart rather than his mind. In her mind, he was back to the start. "I'm so pissed off at you." She didn't know if he would answer, if he even could answer, or if he ever would-

A choked noise escaped her throat, as she placed more pressure than just her shaking hands could manage. Her power was all but gone, as she'd been doing some heavy work blocking all those bullets and a mutable shield besides. A splatter of blood against the black of her glove made her almost panic, until she realized it wasn't coming from Gabe's wound. It was coming from her nose, and it was enough that she had to turn her head and spit it out. She'd never bled like that before, and if everyone else hadn't been some form of bloody, she would have been worried.

"...someone wanna get us a stretcher? Some surgeons?" A smile graced her now-bloodied lips as she addressed the room in general. "Heck, I could make do with a needle and thread. Oh, or duct tape!" She gazed down at her friend, speaking to him as if he were conscious and ready to joke. "Remember that time we had to tape up my broken wrist, Hell? Man, that was a fight."