Zaida kicked open the door and stood up swaying a bit as she lost a lot of blood making her a bit unbalanced. "I'm free~" she said chucking the pieces of the chip. "They can't get me, never" she hissed putting her gasmask having a bit of her black blood splattered on it along with her revolvers, machete, and clothing but didn't bother her. She fixed her wrapping and huffed her ears twitching and her tail dragged as she walked, or limped humming while dragging her machete.