<div align="center">(http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o180/ashia_starstreak/HelmetTrouble.jpg)</div><br/>Shana looked to the black and red Spartan and studied him a moment. His physical appearance was just a minor thought as her brain sent her signals of just how bad this giant's state was. Raising a brow from beneath her shaded helmet, her green eyes moved to the wraith behind him. Placing her hands upon her hips she sighed silently to herself and thought<em>...as if I'm not short enough...Just climb right up in there...ya...right...</em>The private took a quick survey of her surroundings before putting her rifle upon the floor and walking to the wraith. Placing her hands upon the purple paint job, Shana looked about the tank in an effort to find anything that could aid her up without requesting any sort of help.<br/><br/><em>...this is ridiculous...</em>she thought and looked over to Hunter as he coughed. Appearing by his side, Shana knelt down and inspected the substance he had spit out. Standing back up, the woman pulled forth a vail that was no more than a centimeter in thickness from her chest pocket. She looked at it unsure. Pulling up her right sleeve she checked a device on her wrist. It showed only a simple color of greenish yellow. Covering it back up, Shana placed the vial back in her pocket and pulled forth an empty one. The private held it to the light to inspect it then casually walked to a nearby fire. The flame danced within a tire happily and didn't much notice as the woman tempted it with her vial.<br/><br/>As the fire heated the clear pipe, private 106 looked back to Hunter. "One of your ribs has most likely punctured one of your lungs. That explains your tough breathing and the blood..." Walking back to Hunter the woman took no thought in placing one of her feet between his legs as he sat before her. Taking off her helmet, Shana tossed it aside and leaned in close to the Spartan for a closer look. Her breath lightly caressed his cheek as she spoke, a hand running along his chest. "Your lung will slowly fill with blood and you will drown. I'm going to release some of the pressure and drain it."<br/><br/>Backing her head away from Hunter's Shana brought two fingers up and pointed them to her eyes. "Eyes on me Spartan.." she said and waited for him to obey. Deep within her mind she regreted having had taken off her helmet..regreted giving this giant the oppurtunity of seeing her eyes..seeing her experiences...but maybe he could not, eyes were after all..just eyes, right?<br/><br/>Placing a hand gently upon his chest once more, the woman took no wasted time and jabbed the pipe into the weak spot. Puncturing his lung, Shana let go to back up and away from the black and red Spartan. "That will help you breath, but it is not a permanent fix." she told him and taking a running start, she jumped onto the wraith and scrambled her way up into the top. Holding onto the enterance of the driver's seat she shook her head.<em>...Ridiculous...</em>she thought again and crawled in to begin her search of the comm's wires.<br/><br/>She could have just tried to contact the other Spartan, but Shana just had too much pride to use the enemy's lines, plus there was no telling who could be listening on the wraith's comms, but for a teammate not to have a functioning comm was out of the question. Shana unsheathed her blade on her shoulder and pried open the comm compartment. With the aid of a foot she managed, but nearly flung back in her effort. Placing her knife back in its place, Shana took apart the wiring and crawled back out of the wraith. Sliding down the smooth metal, the woman landed roughly on her feet and bent over to pick up Hunter's helmet. Without asking for permission, she took it and plopped herself down in front of the giant to inspect it. The woman did not wish to face the man's eyes another time without her helmet placed firmly upon her head.