"None of my gear is working, either," Kerrigan says, instinctively smoothing over the awkward moment. Some undercurrent to his thoughts tells her there's more behind his frustration than just wounded masculine pride, but she can't unpick that knot without violating his privacy, so she sticks that in the pile of all the other things with no explanation she's come across lately.

It's a huge pile.

"There'd have been a whole lot more dead monsters, otherwise." Very few things can shrug off anti-materiel rounds to the head, as it turns out. She huffs thinking the loss of all her high-tech equipment, but since there's nothing she can do about it at the moment, Kerrigan shoves down her annoyance to focus on the things within her power to deal with. "Anyway, I can make this pretty painless, but I'm told it feels weird."