Sleeth looked around and kept his hand back as some guy tried to shake it. He felt irritated and crowded, if he didn't feel responsible for this woman he'd probably walk away and go solo. He started to walk, half carrying shadow. "We need to go deeper in to find propper supplies. Her wound will get infected in thos dump and it won't heal properly without being stitched up. We don't have time to play happy house time because you found other people. The only one who seems effective at fighting it is hurt and you're standing here looking happy. You're making mass bait right now and likely he will recover before she does. So let's do something productive instead of standing around shall we? Move."