<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/736x/d9/98/1e/d9981e79a951efe0acb3b4d05f1a5ac1.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Jena Hargreave<br/><strong>Location:</strong>XCOM Barracks<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Whut's in that butt?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hailey<br/><br/>Jena winced at the sight of the smooth rump stretched out in front of her, scratched up and oozing blood. Still, it wasn't as bad as it might have been. "Well," she said, teasingly running a finger down Hailey's damp lower lips. "Looks like at least you didn't hurt nothin' critical."  She paused, surprised, as she encountered something bigger and harder than should be there, at the far end of her inspection trail.<br/><br/>"What the Sam Hill?"  bending a bit, she reached further, ran a finger down the underside of Hailey's shaft, then wrapped her hand around it. "I'll be damned. You're packin' a concealed weapon there, hun.  Better find a holster for it soon, before it goes off all accidental, like." Chuckling, she let go, and straightened up. "First, though..."<br/><br/>All business (for once), she swabbed the Aussie's butt all over with disinfectant, staining it an amusing red-orange. Then, with the tweezers, she carefully picked out the more deeply-embedded bits of glass. "This is gonna sting," she said, belatedly, after Hailey had already gasped several times at the probing. And: "Quit wigglin' girl. You're distractin' me." A firm swat on an uninjured upper hip punctuated her order.<br/><br/>It didn't really take long, though how long it<em>felt</em>to the sore, embarrassed, and exposed trooper was anyone's guess. Finally, Jena put her tool aside, wiped down the worst of the cuts with some antibiotic ointment, and started taping bandages in place. "Least it wasn't rock salt. That stuff burns." How the lanky carrot-topped Texan<em>knew</em>this, she didn't seem to care to explain right then.<br/><br/>Finished at last, she moved around in front of Hailey and bent over, nose to nose. "You can stand up now, girl. And if there's<em>anything</em>I can do to, y'know, help you get over the trauma? You be sure to let me know, heah?" And griiiiiined.