Startled by the impact of flesh to plastiform, Halcyon jumped a little, but did not speak or break eye contact.  In fact, even stranger she did not break eye contact until Elke had, and then dropped her head, apparently unwilling to repeat the strange effort.<br/><br/>Halcyon struggled a little as she was lifted, trying to get her feet back under her; but the instant she managed that feat her knees immediately buckled and she made a weird hissing noise, forcing air between gritted teeth.  She was in no condition to stand, much less walk; one hand slipped between her legs and she blinked solemnly at the viscous liquids that stained her fingers.  She glanced at the shower controls, then down at her legs, clearly debating the attempt to get clean.<br/><br/>"Medic," she muttered hollowly, resigning herself to the fact that bleeding meant she was required to go to the medical bay regardless of her personal understanding or decisions.  It had been made very clear to her in the past that refusing to go to medical bay was grounds for punishment, and she was quite done with being punished.  Unfortunately, in her current condition she could not actually get there by herself easily, and further, the medical officer was not actually on the ship.  She was capable of some measure of first aid, but that didn't mean she wanted to deal with it.