[ There are a lot of injured. Most of the wounds aren't serious, so it becomes a matter of prioritizing, though 76 has been reluctant to break out any of his biotic canisters just yet. He'd rather save them for an emergency (he only has so many) and there seem to be plenty of other people here who have medical knowledge and abilities beyond anything he could do.
He sees the line that's forming, and more noticeably, he sees the large figure floating behind a teenage girl. They seem to be providing at least some of the aid, except then the girl withdraws slightly from the crowd, seeming to need a breather or something.
It's not a good idea, to let the people who are expecting help from you see your weakness. If anything, she probably needs a break, but there isn't the time or place for that. Or if she's going to do it, she'd be better removing herself entirely from the chaotic crowd.
76 strides toward her, his rifle resting over his shoulder so that he can have one hand free. Though it's also because his bruised ribs are starting to bother him now that the some of the adrenaline has worn off, and this posture takes some of the edge off of the pain. Besides, there hasn't been anything to fight yet, which is one small blessing in this whole mess. ]
You better shape up or move away from here, kid. There's other people we can call in to help with the wounded here.
[ He's brusque, to be sure, but his guess is that someone her age doesn't have experience with a crisis situation quite like this one. So right now? She's only making things worse.
He's also curious about her silent companion, though, and takes the chance to look it (her?) over while he waits for the girl to answer. ]
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He sees the line that's forming, and more noticeably, he sees the large figure floating behind a teenage girl. They seem to be providing at least some of the aid, except then the girl withdraws slightly from the crowd, seeming to need a breather or something.
It's not a good idea, to let the people who are expecting help from you see your weakness. If anything, she probably needs a break, but there isn't the time or place for that. Or if she's going to do it, she'd be better removing herself entirely from the chaotic crowd.
76 strides toward her, his rifle resting over his shoulder so that he can have one hand free. Though it's also because his bruised ribs are starting to bother him now that the some of the adrenaline has worn off, and this posture takes some of the edge off of the pain. Besides, there hasn't been anything to fight yet, which is one small blessing in this whole mess. ]
You better shape up or move away from here, kid. There's other people we can call in to help with the wounded here.
[ He's brusque, to be sure, but his guess is that someone her age doesn't have experience with a crisis situation quite like this one. So right now? She's only making things worse.
He's also curious about her silent companion, though, and takes the chance to look it (her?) over while he waits for the girl to answer. ]