Like hell she does

Adam chose that moment to flick the shower nozzle to full blast, sending scalding water straight into the Krothian's optics. As it roared, Susan drove the vibro-blade upward into the soft junction where its jaw met throat. The blade sparked against subdermal plating before biting deep, releasing a geyser of fluorescent green ichor.

The Krothian backhanded Adam into the opposite wall hard enough to crack tiles, then turned its fury on Susan—only to freeze when she twisted the blade counterclockwise. "Uh-uh," she tutted, pressing her free hand against its chest. "You bleed out in three minutes unless you've got a clotting mod. I'm guessing..." She tapped the cracked housing of its cybernetic eye. "...not."

The Krothian's ichor dripped onto Susan's bare thighs in viscous green threads as she twisted the blade deeper. "Ghorrax's location," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Now." The alien's cybernetic eye flickered wildly before projecting a star map—its iris dilating into the coordinates of a derelict orbital station blinking crimson. Adam memorized the pattern before the projection fizzled out. "Good boy," Susan cooed, yanking the blade free with a wet schlick.