Nill's voice cuts through the pain, it gives her something to concentrate on other than the fact that she can't budge the pipe sticking out of her even a single inch. Just trying hurts so much that it almost makes her black out, so she leaves it be for a second. Just a second, just until the pain fades a little bit.

Her thoughts are a little disjointed right now, hazy from the agony. A mixed jumble of ithurtsithurtsandiwishitwouldstop, trying to grasp at thoughts beyond the immediate. She manages, with a little difficulty. It's faint, fading fast.

Are you safe?