Jared stood for a minute with his hands on his head, thinking.  There was an element of controlled chaos around him as various people were trying to think of the right way to get this girl - Mel, he'd heard her called - out of the hole.  And she was apparently stuck, trapped by her ankle, which could be broken.  He sighed and shook his head.<br/><br/>"Look, excuse me," he said, getting louder to get someone's attention.  "I think someone needs to go down there and check her ankle before we try to force it free.  Check her in general, actually.  I'm... I'm a doctor.  If someone could, like, tie a rope around me and slip me down, I could do a quick exam, try to see what needs to be done."  He looked around to see if they had any rope standing by.  He didn't relish the idea of slipping down the hole freely, and maybe ending up in the same boat as Mel.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure which of the girls was in charge, but he turned to Emily, the one he'd had the most contact with so far.  "I don't suppose you have anything like a flashlight?"  Who was he kidding?  After however many years they'd been here, their batteries would be long dead.  He turned to the pilot and added, "Or recovered something from the crashes?  Just a pen light will help."  If not, he'd just have to do it by feel.<br/>