"Thank Cortana. She spotted you and asked for me." America doesn't remove her helmet. She's routed her comms through it out of habit, rather than purely the flight ring. Something she'll adjust later. "Judge Beeny. She must've been in a hurry, didn't catch your name."
No handwashing stations. A pain, but she can just peel off her gloves and slip on a pair of personal search facilitators from a belt pouch. At least those were sterile. The first aid kit is next. "This won't be pretty work, by the way. I haven't gotten whatever passes for a kit in the future yet." Stapler, sewing needle and thread, some coagulant foam, anti-rad cream, spray-on skin, bandages... The basics. She watches him disrobe and, in a pretty convincingly sincere voice, says "Sorry."
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No handwashing stations. A pain, but she can just peel off her gloves and slip on a pair of personal search facilitators from a belt pouch. At least those were sterile. The first aid kit is next. "This won't be pretty work, by the way. I haven't gotten whatever passes for a kit in the future yet." Stapler, sewing needle and thread, some coagulant foam, anti-rad cream, spray-on skin, bandages... The basics. She watches him disrobe and, in a pretty convincingly sincere voice, says "Sorry."