Tink fell into a short bout of silence as she continued giving the leg a thorough diagnostic check. Once she was done, she sighed softly and shook her head. "This is not good. Kate, can you bring me my tool kit? You know where it is."
	"Are you going to have to amputate the leg, doc?" Juliano asked, smirking.
	She ignored him as she looked over at Desmond. "The 'kneecap,' if you will, is bent a bit into the joint mechanism and is rubbing against one another. That is why it has been seizing up on you. I can either give it a temporary fix that will work for...possibly a day, give or take, or I can fix it completely, but someone will have to go out and scavenge for parts. I'll need a paint gun, surgical tubing, and a flamer tank or two. It won't be too difficult to fix, but caveman need fire." She smiled slightly.