Kelly grins. As her first injury, her legs are furthest along in healing - so slowing down was part of the point.
"When we were grappling there? You know, while you were stabbing me in the kidney? I totally felt you up. So, victory conditions achieved." she responds.
Oh yeah, and as she's trading banter, she drops a grenade. She doesn't have many. Not in her going-out-wear, but she tries not to go out totally without.
The hope is, if the woman has been watching her enough, she'll know of Kelly's tendency to beat some of the robots and other unkillable-with-bullets types with suicide bombing and dive for cover.
This is just tear gas. Which she figures won't do much for long to the cyborg. But it should cause her to adjust, maybe blur her vision and smoke up the area long enough for Kelly to duck down an alley, up a fire escape, and to the rooftops. She's not going to win this one out in the open in a fair fight. Time to get out of there until a less-fair opportunity presents itself.
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