Michael smiled as the girl sat down, taking hold of her leg and bringing it up for him to see.<br/><br/><i>"I'm- uhm... D-Della."</i><br/><br/>"Hmm?" Michael asked, rolling up her pant leg.<br/><br/><i>"My name's Della."</i>Michael nodded towards her. "Michael, Doctor Michael McBride. I'd shake your hand, but I do believe I need to fix your leg," He shone the light on her leg, looking for anything suspicious.<br/><br/>"Has anything happened to your leg? You bash it against something, fall from a great height, kick a PMC in the face?" He looked up and raised an eyebrow. "And you don't know how to use the gun I gave you, do you?"