Frankie looked at "Major Asher" with concern, getting out of the buggy and carefully strapping Tesla's generator to his back.  He carefully flicked the first switch on the pack, getting the generator ready to activate.  A tiny green light flickered on the side of the wooden and metal device, indicating that a charge was building up.  Frankie pulled a small white box with a red cross on it from the buggy without looking away from the so called Major, walking slowly towards him.  "Yes, I can help treat your wounds.  One little thing that's bugging me though, the British special air service were disbanded into the DPDS twenty years ago.  How long have you been separated from your patrol again?"<br/><br/>Frankie asked the question with a smirk. carefully pulling himself into a defensive posture should the man go and strike him.  He wasn't so worried about his body, but keeping the Smithsonian special collection happy might just cost him an arm and a leg.  At any rate, very few creatures survived being exposed to thirty million volts.  If Frankie could keep the figure talking for just a few more minutes, he'd soon be able to figure out just what sort of being goes and intentionally wrecks his own leg.  A tense feeling passed through the air as the generator crackled with electricity, and a yellow light began to blink on its side.