Crashed Ship - Pacified Pair

No, heck you. is pretty close to what Violet groaned out so let's roll with that. She drags herself over to a nearby crate and leans against it. You shoulda kept shooting it. She says, slathering some more ointment all up her burnt side, swearing profusely in between words. We almost had it. You got any grog? She asks, wincing as her movements tweak her leg. How the heck are we getting out of here. is again very similiar to what she actually said.