York's scream echoes around the circular room and god, is that a sound she never needed to hear. Project Freelancer had more than its share of 'scientific failures' and training missions gone wrong; it's not the first time she's heard a team mate scream in pain, but it jars her all the same and shakes her into action.

Her feet slip across the blood soaked floor between her teleporting jumps across the room as she stumbles to a halt at the crumpled side of her friend.

"Easy now- just breathe, York."

He's lots so much blood. Connie doesn't know what Delta's status is but her best guess is that he's also incapacitated, which leaves no one to run York's healing unit.

"How do they look, Cortana?"