The colonel's brow furrows- not with concern, Riley notes- as the straggling MP darts forward to assist the "specialist" back onto her feet. Through scrunched up eyes, the runner can almost see the wheels turning in the back of the Officer's mind; should he let her go, trusting her wounds to keep her in place, or should he keep her under his gaze? And of course, there's no hiding the greed and ambition in his eyes as he picks up the memory stick full of "sensitive information" from the floor of the Officer's tent, and begins to turn it over in his hands.<br/><br/>"Why don't you help the Specialist into a chair, Corporal?" With a smirk, the man pulls a chair out from the Officers' table and offers a hand to the fallen elf. "She really shouldn't be walking on that leg. And I'm sure she'll want to look at her find, so that she can get started on her report as soon as possible."<br/><br/>With identical grunts, both men pull Rishi up to her feet, and deposit her in the shoddily padded folding chair where the colonel had sat only moments before. For the briefest of moments, the elf thinks that the MP hovers over her shoulder somewhat protectively; but when his C.O. stands up and takes a step back, the military policeman does the same.<br/><br/>"You're relieved, Corporal. I'll make sure our guest gets to the medic's tent as soon as we finish with our viewing. You can check on her there."