"<span style="color: DarkOrchid">Doc! Got a wounded kid!</span>"<br/><br/>Jess stopped rummaging through her med-kit for what she needed to sew the man in front of her up and looked up. A wounded kid? "<span style="color: Magenta">Sorry Blondie. Children take priority. Keep the pressure on and I'll be back to stab you in the arm as soon as I'm done with this child, wherever the hell it came from</span>" The medic packed up her equipment, took back any unused pads and left the chopper, stepping over the corpse of the dead man without seeming to even notice him.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Magenta">Injured kid? Where and how?</span>" Jess gave Jeanette an odd look as she spotted her with her gun out, aimed at something currently out of sight. Without pause she placed her med-kit on a little attachment at her waist, drew her Gnasher and approached. What she saw made her point her weapon at the girl and say in an icy tone, "<span style="color: Magenta">We aren't dead yet, girl. Nothing for you here.</span>" Her eyes looked her up and down, noting the different pieces of clearly scavenged armour.<br/><br/>When finally she saw the limp child on the girl's shoulders, the medic's tone softened. "<span style="color: Magenta">Is the child still alive? How long ago was he injured and what type of injury is it? Bring him in here, but <b>don't</b> try anything.</span>" The fierce, penetrating look the woman with the scarred face gave the girl made it obvious she had no trust of the Stranded before her with the boy on her shoulders.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>