"I think you're right..." she nearly whispered to Luc, her voice cutting off as her throat constricted with fear before the words could even begin to break past her lips. Swallowing against the sudden dryness in her throat and mouth she started passing off the injured to some of the other medical staff before she took a moment to assess how many were injured. There were at least twenty now, maybe a few more than that. She had no idea how many had been on the monorail, how many were still stuck outside on the deck waiting. All of them likely had been killed in the explosion, or the concussion from it.<br/><br/>Gritting her teeth she grabbed one of the retinal scanners and looked towards Rhodes. "Look into this. You need to be scanned you were right out there. We need to be sure..." it was one of the easiest ways to detect the first symptoms of the virus. The retinas would begin to deteriorate, the pigment of the eyes to change to a pale silver, the whites of the eyes to turn blood shot ever so slowly. Another shot echoed from somewhere down the facility, causing her to duck instinctively before standing and looking around. By now her hair had started to fall out of place, sticking to the beads of sweat that clung to her skin.<br/><br/>"Look, while we have time." she urged him hoping to get this done quickly so she and the others could start to check the others in the triaged mess hall.