Athena snaps the marine a crisp salute in response, followed  immediately by a nonchalant smirk. "Someone get on the radio and let the Chilean authorities know about these bandits. Better check them out too; secure them and make sure any wounds are treated."<br/><br/>A marine medic was already approaching to tend to her 'wound' when Athena waved him off as she looked at the red on tips of fingers from where she'd touched the wetness on her face. "I'm alright. Hurt, think it knicked the bone, but that's passed and it's already healing. Just give me an alchohol swab." The medic nodded and handed over a sealed packet with a wipe in it, Athena took it and turned towards the reporter and his cameraman.<br/><br/>She ripped the packet open and wiped the blood from her face as she casually, and gravefully, walked back across the road towards them. Even if the whole thing chafed her a little, Rachel would do a good job and even pander to the camera a little when she could. She poked the wipe in through the bullet hole in the shoulder of her uniform, swabbing at the blood on her already scabbed over and quickly turning to scar tissue wound - even that would be gone in a day or two, leaving just smooth, flawless alabaster skin - and smiled at Jack Ramirez and asked, "Are you two alright?"