"Okay...Okay....bandages....isopropyl alcohol...safety pins, gloves, anti-septic cream, painkillers, some rags...."
Lethe took a look at the supplies she'd gathered. Mostly the common types of stuff you could find in first aid. As the girl came in she got an eyefull of the frozen blood she had around her wound and it made her heart almost sink how much she limped over there when she noticed. And the girl would have gone over and helped had she not almost been there -- in combination with Aliria walking into the room. Something which was enough to make her gasp.
"No! I'm fine!" Sacha says, raising grasping at her shoulders gently. Running her fingers along them to give them a massage. "Really! I am." Indeed, unlike in the prison break in Chicago, the girl had managed to escape without any wounds in this fight. However the same could not be said for some of the others. "I think you should look at...." Kate interjected with who she thought should be healed first. Having not seen the man be hit and due to Kate's superior knowledge. "Yeah. Look at Henry first. I think he has...broken bones."
It was rather rare for Sacha to get severely wounded. Her survival depended on her ability to dodge, roll with blows and use her environment to escape or at least mitigate damage. Being used to dance around bullets helped with that. But at the same time, it made her knowledge of first aid less than what she would be. On the few times she did get hurt, there was always a good doctor to take a look at her. Many a warlord, politician or crime boss couldn't afford to lose their greatest weapon after all.
But now she looked at the girl's wounds without much in the realm of experience in having to deal with such wounds herself.
"Okay. And I'll look at you then, Hisa. One sec."
The girl departed the room, taking off her fingerless combat gloves and then she washed her hands. Dirt and soot staining the bottom of the sink. All along the while staring off. She dries off her hands, and now places In favor of two pairs of latex gloves.
Okay. I can do this.
Lethe re-enters. Henry is sitting. Hisa is sitting. Kate looks like she's about to get busy in the kitchen. Aliria is probably about to do some assessment. Ryth is just sitting there, prompting Sacha to raise a brow.
"Doesn't people living here need Vitamin D?"
"We get by. Good enough food. Sun lightbulbs." She shrugs. The people of Duskburg had a hard time doing a lot without making money. But they at least were good at surviving and adapting to the all the stuff the city threw at them. A lack of sunlight being one of many day to day problems people dealt with. It wasn't something exclusive to Duskburg, given some countries experience night for months on end. Somehow, people always survived. Made due with less.
Just like how Aliria was a weary mess from helping the people of Duskburg. And thus now had a rather limited capacity in who and how much she could heal. Hisa's wound appeared immediately severe. But Henry's wound might have been more debilitating in the long term and wasn't easy to see due to it being internal.
Going to have to do this old fashioned way. If I need help I'll ask Kate I guess.
It was then that Sacha went over to the girl. A small sigh as she knelt over and look at the ninja-girl's leg. Mangled to shreds by the wolf's teeth, ripping through her jeans. It probably almost took the limb off. The girl pinched the fabric. "Uh. Sorry about this."
With a pair of scissors, Sacha began to carefully cut half of her pants leg off. And then tossed it aside.
"Maybe it can be a new fashion statement." The girl said rather dryly, her voice a bit lacking in it's trademarked cheer in favor of a dry sense of humor.
"Where are you from, Hisa? If you don't mind me asking."
With a rag she began to carefully out the rag in a bucket and then proceeded to wipe away the blood and icicles stuck to the wound. Isopropyl alcohol at he side sitting in plane view.
"You can all call me Lethe, by the way. That's my codename."