Well, low and behold, apparently there was a medic present in this place. Just his lucky day! He shifted in his seat, considering what to do with his hand and how to handle the situation. He had limited exposure on what would happen if he pushed, pulled or braced with these oddly aching departures from his normal way of life.

He looked at the blonde who came to sit beside him, keeping his hand to himself until she had identified herself and whistled softly. "Air Force, huh? You're awful far from an airfield, ma'am." Of course, he was also offering her his hand because she clearly had more first-aid training than he did.

If she happened to pull at all on the bones, one would indeed come right out with no difference to his hand. "Corporal Rumlow, United States Armed Forces."