Python began to stand, seemingly favoring one side. His left leg was heavily mangled. Sparks occasionally flew from the heavy, metallic man's injuries. They were healing, but they'd take a while. That's for damn sure. His standing was completed when he took a step forward. It was a limp. Definitely favoring his left side as much as he could. He looks down at Marie. "Hey, you did good work out there.....just don't be afraid to pull the trigger." He chuckles a bit, waiting for the heavy door to open.