<br/>Gladiator's heart sank a little as his rescuer reported a negative on the friendlies. He almost laughed though when she told him not to thank her yet, as she hadn't fixed him up yet. He drifted to a sort of half sleep as she began reading his diagnostics aloud, that wasn't to last though. He snapped awake a moment later as he was pulled to his feet, his DMR rifle snapped into his trembling hands, ready to blow anything away that moved that wasn't human but, even that little amount of effort made pain shoot up through his chest. He probably had a few bruised ribs. Atleast, he hoped they were only bruised. He could feel his grip on the weapon slipping by the second. Seeing that there was no threat, he put the gun back to it's place on his thigh and let the other Spartan manuever him over to the bus as she kicked the door in and carried him up the stairs. He tried to give her some help but, he was so tired and sore that he wasn't much help, much to his own disappointment. She eased him into a padded bench, trying to get him into a comfortable position, which was hard considering his broad shoulders and his heavy thick armor. Even when he did get into a relatively comfortable position, the leather seating had been torn to shreds.<br/><br/>The Spartan didn't waste time and hooked him up to an IV, then connected it to an artificial blood transfusion bottle. She also gave him some pain killer through the IV drip, and applied some biofoam. He didn't think he needed all that much fixing, apparently he'd been wrong. "I'm must be in worse shape than I thought" Gladiator remarked off-handedly. Gladiator watched as she set more supplies down. Field rations, water, grenades, and a stamped steel can of ammunition joined the medical supplies on the seat of the bus. It was beautiful. Gladiator nodded "believe me, this is good enough for now. None of us have eaten in two days" he paused chuckling, only to grimace a second later "Had to boil water from a toilet to get a man hydrated in fact."<br/><br/>As she turned to face him again, she asked about an SOS signal that she'd picked up and if anyone had been with him during the crash. Gladiator bolted upright, his exhausted mind immediately going to Patric. The blue and gold Spartan seemed to look directly at her as he said "Yes, there was. Sierra three thirty four. Patric. Where'd the signal originate? Did you get a good enough look to determine a direction?"<br/>