Kacey manages to snort a short laugh at Emma's declaration of fashion, before remarking dryly, "We'll hit up a rave like this sometime... I'm sure it would be well-received."
Of course, two naked women wouldn't be a far cry from common practice at such an event, either. Many of the attendents might as well be...
But the young Kindred simply seems to be attempting to bolster her own morale and assure others of her confidence, even if the words come out as weakly as the previous ones did. She adds, "It can't hurt worse than getting stabbed at the speed of oozing molasses, can it?", when the other two move to extricate her.
But it does. The internal pressure of her own dead organs hug the thin blade, as though pleading for fresh cuts. They are rewarded with the renewed and unavoidable slicing of flesh as David draws the blade free. Kacey grips Emma's hands on her shoulders tightly, sagging against the Gangrel's bosom with another soft moan of pain. Though not strictly dangerous to her Requiem, the wound is not generally something one looks forward to. And certainly isn't the sort of thing that she has experienced much of in her short existence.
She shoves the viscera and the body away with her feet as soon as they are free of the blade, not letting go of Emma just yet. She might feel silly about it later. But at the moment, she is in no mood to resist the protective, maternal gestures of her new friend. If not for the circumstances, the gore and horror nearby, their bare huddle might have been quite beautiful.
"They'll hose off," she manages bravely, regarding her boots, "and so will I."
Kacey offers Emma a thankful kiss on the cheek for her comfort, but makes to stand. She keeps one hand on the other woman, but cradles the wound with the other, after a careful glance to it. Dead tissue and lack of running blood being what it is, it doesn't look all that bad. Apparently, the young Daeva intends to wait until she has a chance to feed again before healing the damage.
It brings a renewed sense of dread that she doesn't voice. With the death of her herd and friends, she will have to hunt.
"Thank you as well," she says meekly to the two Mekhet. "I'm glad you are both okay. I wish I were as skilled a rescuer as the two of you were."