Noticing the woman beginning to come to and speaking out, both men stepped back partially, as they didn't wish to crowd her or cause her to panic. The painkillers they had given here would still have her a bit woozy and unsteady, but they would to their best to clean up her wound, still only partially patched up since they weren't doctors themselves. Both the 'guard' and the 'gas-mask' fellow only had some basic field medical training and knowledge, so she would still need to see a proper physician soon to avoid infection or radiation poisoning.<br/><br/>With her sitting up and cursing in some pain, the 'guard' leaned in a bit however, hand raised outward to prevent her from rolling around too much.<strong>"Easy now, relax. You're safe. Your wounds have not properly healed, move too much and they'll open up again."</strong><br/><br/>Allowing her to open her eyes and adjust, 'guard' handed the woman his canteen still filled with some clean fresh water to drink if she needed it.<strong>"You know, you are very much lucky to be alive. Heh, if I wasn't out on patrol as usual, we may have never seen your helicopter go down during the storm."</strong>As he waited for her to take the canteen to drink, the 'gas-mask' fellow would walk back towards the door, keeping an eye out for anyone who could have followed him or seen everything. Despite the swamps in The Zone being isolated, they were still a haven for bandits and renegades who certainly would not put it against them fighting some loners for money and gear.