<i>"I, uh... I-I'm fine. Thanks."</i>Michael nodded, and watched her limp over to the first aid section. The second of the isles to be looted, after food. He returned to looting the corpse of the PMC and took the man's pistol holster and his pistol, a Glock 17. He didn't have much use for it, but the girl probably did. Michael turned the PMC over, looking at his uniform. This vest was too small for him. Damn. One size fits all his ass!<br/><br/>Michael sighed, taking the vest off the PMC. It'd protect the girl, though. He took the magazine pouches off the vest and used the MOLLE weave on the pistol holster to attach it to the vest. There, easy access.<br/><br/>"Hey, girl!" He yelled, sighing. He really should learn her name. He threw the vest with the gun in the holster on top of the isle divider. "Take these, they'll help you out." Strength in numbers was important right now. He walked around, after taking the guy's pouches, and the magazine pouches on the PMC's belt, looking at the girl shove things into her bag. He noticed her leg.<br/><br/>"Hey, lemme take a look at your leg," He said, walking towards her. He pulled out a pair of blue surgical gloves to replace the pair he had. "I'm a doctor, so don't worry. I haven't abandoned the Hypocratic Oath yet," He chuckled as he pulled up a pair of chairs, one for him to sit on as he dug through his bag for a flashlight.