<br/>Liliya had pushed against Micah's chest with all of the strength she possessed in her legs. Which happened to be quiet a bit. After all the small Russian was a lot stronger then she appeared to be. Years of training and trying to keep up with her trainers pushing her to her physical peak. Though as she watched him launch towards the wall she winced with the inevitable. Then as he hit the wall with a wet crunch she managed to get to her feet and scramble towards Micah. This wasn't the first time either of them had been hurt in a spar, and so she knew what to do. After all broken bones weren't an uncommon thing between the two of them. So grabbing his shoulder Liliya helped him sit upright, and then waiting for his signal she'd help him set the bones.<br/><br/>Blue eyes flicked upwards as she watched Molly take off down the hallway. She felt sorry for the younger woman as she worked on Micah. Reaching up next to her she hit the intercom and then spoke in a  slightly clipped voice.<strong>'Ivan, can you tend to Molly please? I'm pretty sure she's getting sick at the moment.'</strong>