Alley had still been ducked down, and took the bar right to the chin. She stayed dazed a little longer than Cole, seeing sparks and tasting blood.

"This thing is a torture device," she proclaimed weakly, almost too quiet to hear -- because what was volume moderation when you were deaf. Slowly, she sat up to look around, brow furrowing.

"Is it supposed to do this?" the Inquisitor wondered aloud, and turned her head away from Cole to spit blood over the side. "Don't answer that, you know the instant you go for your notepad this thing will go roaring off again."

She hated being deaf!