03-22-2014, 04:48 PM
She finished taking stock of Michael's vitals. The infrared scanner on her screen told her there was a hotspot on his scalp, and she made him show her the back of his head. It was a scratch, and scalp wounds always bled a deceptive amount. It was possible he had a concussion, but the limitations of her wallet, while advanced for military-grade, would not pick up on damage at such a cellular level. It could read biomarkers with a pinprick, but he was already moving on. She'd keep an eye out for signs of head injury just in case.
She was fine. Except for the fact that she'd twice now seen something that didn't exist within her scientific world only to let it escape. "I'm fine," she said thinly.
She didn't have the alert system Michael was privy to. So she was reliant on his filter to find out what was happening out there. Almost on cue, there were raised voices outside. She frowned toward the direction of the street, but the particulars of the fighting made her jaw drop.
"Let's get out of here."
She helped him up, and stayed close in case he showed signs of dizziness. "You're still recovering, and I don't like how disoriented you seem. That thing did a number on you."
She walked with him toward the door, but checked the street before going out there.
She was fine. Except for the fact that she'd twice now seen something that didn't exist within her scientific world only to let it escape. "I'm fine," she said thinly.
She didn't have the alert system Michael was privy to. So she was reliant on his filter to find out what was happening out there. Almost on cue, there were raised voices outside. She frowned toward the direction of the street, but the particulars of the fighting made her jaw drop.
"Let's get out of here."
She helped him up, and stayed close in case he showed signs of dizziness. "You're still recovering, and I don't like how disoriented you seem. That thing did a number on you."
She walked with him toward the door, but checked the street before going out there.