Ren moved her arm upwards and smiled like a child. "Thank you," she accepted his hand and pulled herself off the ground. "It looks like you need a doctor more than I do," she gestured to his bloodied side. "I'm sure someone here knows how to stitch, although I'm not sure how friendly they'll be," she adjusted the backpack so the weight of it was evenly distributed. She grabbed the radio and turned it up a little, now that she wasn't hiding. The Swan was playing, a welcome difference to the violent sound of the earlier songs, especially the Mars one. Ren released the little yellow radio and let it swing from her also lemon backpack.  

An idea then popped into Ren's mind. She had a few stimpaks, and this man looked like he could take a couple bullets for the team. Besides, looking like a bit of an idiot would add to her fake identity. She moved her backpack onto the ground and unzipped a side pocket. Ren took one of the fuller looking ones out and held it out for the swaying man in front of her. "This is the best I have, it should keep you from falling on your face until you find a doctor. I'm Fein by the way."

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