<b>RE: come take a look!</b><br/><br/>James shook his head, continuing to drive, watching through the windshield for any more Zed. Mike sighed, wagging a finger at Loki. "Calm down big boy. The bumps won't effect my work one bit. It has about the same suspension as a Jeep, and much more room." He unbuckled Lillie, setting her on the floor, checking her pulse. Next, he gave her a shot of adrenaline, stripped her of her shirt, and began to work on her open wound, cleaning it out, sewing it up. He then turned his attention to her cracked ribs, putting an ear up to her chest, listening to her breathing. Nothing was punctured. That was good. From his medic bag he pulled out a large roll of gauze, slowly, steadily wrapping it around her ribcage area, moving down as he wrapped so the the freshly stitched wound was included in the bandages. "You'll be fine hun, but I don't think you'll be going on any missions anytime soon." Mike patted her head, looking up at the Russian. "You have balls. A crocodile as a pet, charging into an unknown gas without a gas mask." The medic shrugged, standing up, going back to man his MG.