Niki gasps, convulsing, de- and re-cerebrating in posture as she crawls with a half-determined violance towards Electra. The tears are already starting to flow freely, if erratically, and she comes to cradle her handler's leg. A fresh line of blood and lightly blended cerebral-cerebrum fluid is still making its way out of her nose.

Speech takes a second or two to re-establish itself, and a bit of golden color starts to make its way into her sclera and iris; that isn't a sign of healing, or even of divinity, it just wasn't there before. She smiles, encouraging, hopeful.

"We-e--e'll b--bee, ok-k-k-kay." Brain still not all quite in one piece. Her tears start to fall onto Electra's leg, flowing conveniently down onto her wound, purposeful. 

It might be healing her but it hurts hurts hurts hurts hurts. She doesn't know what's going on with her charge's eyes and she doesn't know where the target is and - ah, there's a protocol for this. She gropes for her emergency beacon in her pack, and presses it. Maybe they'll recover her corpse before that thing comes back.