Elizabeth let loose one last strong swing at the glass tube and it gives way. The force of the liquid pushing out prevented the glass from harming the girl inside, but it propelled into her legs. She bit her tongue as she leaped away from the glass, trying to avoid more of it, and trying to hold back a stream of curses. She glances around, and sees another in a nearby tank.
"There, go get him out. I'm going to need some help. Any of you know how to stitch these up?"
"There, go get him out. I'm going to need some help. Any of you know how to stitch these up?"