<br/><strong>Gunnery Sergeant Desmonde "Sling" Rockwell<br/>Loc: Mall Emergency Medical Room, New York City, New York</strong><br/><br/><em>"What the hell is he doin'?!"</em>Shana yelled before turning to him his words to her finally hitting home. Sling merely shrugged and hoped that his message had gotten through to Hunter "My guess...being a Spartan" he replied as he hobbled over to the medical bed. He watched the emotions play across Shana's face at the news. He could only wonder what was going on inside her head at the news. For a few minutes, it looked like she was trying to figure out what he had said, as if he had been speaking a foreign language. But a glance to her clenched fist told him that his message had gotten through. He felt sympathy for the woman. She hadn't meant to kill a "friendly" and in reality it hadn't been her fault entirely, the Marine that triggered the trap had been careless, and that carelessness had cost that person their life. Now Shana, in all likelihood was going to be court-martialed and punished when all this was over, and the incident put on her record for all to see.<br/><br/>He watched as she regained her composure and the anger at Hunter flooded back into her features, causing her face to flush as she commed someone named 'Jacobs', apparently the commanding officer to the team of Marines up above, telling him in no uncertain terms that she was<em>not</em>happy with Hunter's carelessness with his injuries. Despite himself Sling smiled, clearly amused by the change in the small Marine before him. Apparently though she'd been cut off because she was tapping her helmet com and looking to the ceiling. She wandered over to the wrecked elevator and turned on the flashlight on her helmet, gazing up the shaft, no doubt following the Spartan's progress. He briefly wondered if she was going to climb up after him but, to his surprise she didn't. Instead she shuffled around the wreckage searching for something, and a few minutes later lifted her well used and well worn MA37 clear of the debris. Sling depolarized his helmet and crossed his arms "So, am I supposed to watch you all day or are you eventually gonna fix my leg up?" he said, watching as Shana smiled upon sight of the weapon, running her fingers over the dented frame. Her mind seemed to go somewhere else for a second before she turned her gaze on him, and holstered the old Assault Rifle on her calf. She motioned for him to get on the bed and bent to pick up the biofoam canister<em>"come on, let's see if I can fix ya up"</em>was her simple reply as she shook the canister to gauge how much remained inside.<br/><br/>"What? No snappy comeback? No insults?" he said as he scooted backwards and used his good leg to hop up onto the bed, using the Gravity Hammer to help keep his injured leg off the ground. He tried to twist his body around without bumping his injured leg but, that was easier said than done. He could barely move it below the knee now. Despite the searing pain he willed himself to lift the injured leg at the thigh, and set it down gently upon the mattress. He collapsed then, all his energy spent. Shana moved up to the bed to begin her work a moment later, he placed a hand on hers "It's not your fault. That damned greenhorn shoulda been more careful" he grunted through clenched teeth.