Feeling 183 skid to a stop, Alexia gripped onto him even tighter as she tried to steady herself before being placed onto the ground. Shifting a bit so she was propped up against the wall, she glanced up at 183 hearing the smack sound of his salute. She was rather pale at this point, and was doing her best to focus on what he was saying, but it was impossible. Her attention was directly shifted to the new person who had approached her, and stared up at him with dull eyes. She started to mumble a bit incoherently and watched the hands go to her leg.<br/><br/>The pain vanished and then the wound appeared to not be there. She could see in her ripped trousers that the wound was gone, and stared up at the new arrival with clearing eyes. “How did you?” she whispered out before he rose and left, telling her to drink water. staring at 183, then at the fleeing man, Alexia slowly stood and realized that her leg was fully healed. Slumping against 183, Alexia pulled herself up and glanced around at the carnage that surrounded them. she needed to help others, even though she was in a weakened state, but she also knew that she needed to find the man that had healed her. Staring up at 183, she spoke calmly yet firmly.<br/><br/>“I need you to help people. Help the men who are digging people out, and if possible. . . Keep your eye on that man who helped me.” Not caring to wait for 183 to respond, Alexia pushed her way forward and started helping people evacuate to the triage unit. Her trousers were red with blood, but she didn’t care, she’d push forward to help people get out of the wreckage.