He was trapped in her soul catching violet eyes, and for some reason, only one thought was bouncing in his head attached to an image of her eyes.<em>Beautiful...</em><br/><br/>It didn't even occur to him to try and move, or that he was even being subconsciously attacked, until her eyes rolled into her head, and she began to sag forward. He suddenly snapped back to reality, and dove forward, catching her as she tumbled, and pulled out a blanket from the backpack, and wrapped her in it.  Finished getting the woman comfortable as he could, he looked about, before hearing sizzling coming from the helmet clipped to his webbing. A quick check of that, even as he wondered how he had somehow ended up by his lonesome by the tank, not immediately spotting his two allies nearby, revealed the helmet's psionic shielding had completely melted. Since that was fairly deep into the helm's interior, it had likely burned out several other systems at the same time, rendering the helmet almost useless. Done re-evaluating the situation, he looked about. "Ghost, Star? Where the hell are you? Need some help here!"<br/><br/>He headed over to armor stand, and carefully loaded the woman's armor into the 'bag,' before unfolding it and wrapping her in it. She was going to need immediate treatment for the starvation, and he needed to get the minions to do some things before he felt comfortable sending her to them. Sadly, his comm unit was in the helm and one of the casualties of the dissolving shielding unit, so he needed someone else's.<br/><br/>(will 6, 1)