Mackenzie looks upward and squints, shades her eyes against the light of the dome. There's a low, appreciative whistle.

"...Damn. Nice job with the sword, girl..." She murmurs. At least she's been distracted from her awful memories by someone else's awful memories for the moment?

"Surprised they managed to scrape you up off the pavement and get you walking around like it never happened again, being fuckin' honest."