Nebula's first instinct was to hiss at the woman and pull out a knife, but she knew that if she were to engage in combat right now, she would lose. She could also see that she had this woman on edge at the moment. Then again, if she stumbled across someone wandering the halls with a missing hand, she might feel on edge as well.
"Not medical attention," Nebula said after a beat. She moved to show some of the circuitry that was now exposed at her wrist. "I need tools." She needed the ability to rebuild herself a hand, but that would require supplies. She needed to figure out where she was to know if she could even get the things.
Speaking of. "Where am I? I wasn't here a few moments ago."