Upon seeing the wound on the kid, James grimaced at the hole it had managed to punch through him.  So the kid had been shot by the Locust just as the Stranded girl claimed which meant that they were in trouble if those monsters were even now coming to look for survivors from the crash.<br/><br/>Fortunately, their designated medic seemed to be able to patch it up.  Upon her directions of someone coming over to apply pressure to the wounds, James had been willing to step forward and do just that.  But of course that was when she muttered that she had a "blond-haired idiot" to sew up.  Blowing out an annoyed breath of air, James just took a seat on the floor near the wounded kid in case Jess would need to get called away if the kid got any worse.  Holding out his arm, he waited for the stitches and, unable to help himself, he let out a quiet hiss when he felt the needle puncture into his skin.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Magenta">Stop whining.</span>"<br/><br/>James had something very impolite to respond with but he held back the comment. Instead, he focused on keeping an eye out.  No Locust yet, but he was happy to see that Darion was up even though he needed Andrea's support.  And now James was able to get a good look at the Stranded girl and her curious patchwork of armor.  Take what you could find, use what you could find.  James knew that philosophy all too well.<br/><br/>When the medic finished, James took a look at her handiwork and found that the cut was all patched up.<br/><br/>"About time," he couldn't help but grumble to her before she went to check on the kid.<br/><br/>Getting back to his feet, James kept his sidearm out for now, not wanting to lug around his Lancer or Scorcher right now and possibly rip open the fresh stitches; he already lost enough blood thank you very much.  Instead, James pulled out one of the ratio bars that Gears usually carried for a quick, easy source of calories and nutrients.  He unwrapped and took a bite out of the bar but, pausing in sudden thought, he looked over to the Stranded girl.<br/><br/>"Here," he murmured, handing the bar out to her.  Food was as hard to find as weapons out here and he hoped that the small peace offering would help relations between them.  She certainly didn't seem to like them very much as she had just practically blamed them for bringing the Locust here.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>