Eudialyte offers a slight smile, warm but buisness like, "Not so much base of operations, though it can double as such.  Rather, this is my mobile clinic.  It's solid and warded, but not really armored.  It's a sixteen seater, but the back four seats are pulled out in favour of these."  she unzips her leather top, baring momentarily a lavender halter over a pert, mid-sized chest, and removes a card from an inside pocket and scans it through a mag lock.  Opening the back, she reveals a cofin-like trauma unit set on top of a set of cabinets on the left, and a motorcycle stand holding a yamaha rapier on the right.<br/><br/>Sliding open one of the drawers she removes a set of wrist bands.  "These are bio-monitors, they let me check your life signs.  My fixer tells me their channel is secure, though I wouldn't mind someone going over them to make sure.  A word on field medic work.  As injuries stack up, the dificulty to heal them does as well.  I'd rather cure three superficial wounds on three ocaisions than all at once, I'd be more likely to suceed, and you'd be less likely to slow down and take a vital shot that'll leave you in bed for months after I stabilize you.  Now this," she pats the round steel coffin, "Is a specialy prepared stabilization unit.  It's programed to safely save the lives of magic users, particularly myself, so if I go down I pray you can get me into it rather than using trauma patches."