"You got it."

Simon walked up from his place near the rear of the group, stowing his rifle carefully on his front rigging. A cursory scan with his optics indicated that yes, the Gygan was in need of medical attention, though which parts he would need to use medigel and which parts to solder...were not familiar to him.

"Hundred, I assume your internal mechanisms can repair themselves with that Dust of yours? For I am unsure of how to treat your more...mechanical injuries. Otherwise, stand still so I can do my work."

With her standing straight and still, he ran his optics over her proper, a deeper system scan that ran head to toe to identify injuries, of which she had several. Firstly, all the bruising and inflammation of flesh from the impacts of fragments of the asteroid belt they'd nearly perished in. Secondly, the burns and bruising from when she'd been hit by the explosion of JR's grenade back outside the Lone Star. There was also some stress damage to her legs; torn and stressed ligaments and tendons, bruised flesh and even some minor fractures (if she had any bones, that is).

"Alright, actually I need you to lie down for this. On your chest, preferably. I require access to the backs of your knees and ankles."

Once she did that, he drew a little gadget that looked and was the size of an average pen. With a click of the back end, a small laser was emitted from its tip. He twisted it and the laser's intensity lowered. With his other hand he grabbed a small spray bottle from his back rigging.

"Hundred, I'm going to numb your legs so that I can cut into your flesh. Once I'm done with that, I will be applying medigel to your injured areas, including your bones. I will require you to keep your legs and hips still during this process."

He knelt down and flipped his faceplate back on. With his laser cutter in his right hand and spray bottle in his left, he drew in close to the Gygan's lower half. His first step: spraying the backs of her legs with the bottle. The topical disinfectant and anaesthetic within acted quickly, seeping into her flesh and numbing it, along with removing any chance of foreign infection from the outside air or substances that she'd been in contact with. Next, he drew his cutter horizontally down the lengths of her legs and gently drew the flesh open with his fingers.

He'd never been familiar with Gygan biology, but upon seeing similarities to human physiology, he was silently pleased. With his optics he found several hairline fractures in her tibia and fibula's shafts, along with more severe breakages at her ankle joints, as if she'd been violently slammed feet-first onto something hard. He didn't really know, he'd been too busy fighting for his life for the past few minutes to have noticed her movements. The flesh around these breakages was injured; inflammed, some bleeding, thankfully no damage to any major blood vessels, including the ones that ran down the inners of her thighs. If those were cut, she would've died possibly, unless her more mechanical physiology would've stopped it.

He drew a tube of medigel from his back and popped the top. With a squeeze he laid out half the tube inside her left leg, and the other half in her right. Then he gently pushed the flesh closed with his fingers before using his cutter to cauterise the cuts, sealing them back up while the gel within went to work re-knitting her bones and healing her flesh. Simon reattached the empty tube to his back rigging and stood.

"Alright, that's done. You can re...uh, restitch your garments now, but do not move your legs for about five minutes. Give the gel some time to heal you."

He flipped up his faceplate, a small smile gracing his face.

"Well then, at least that's done with."