“Is there a doctor in the house?”

Crouching beside their fallen target, Silas shoots Molly a look. “I’ve got it. Maybe take a stab at—” 

The ur-bot takes off. Damn it. He was going to nudge her towards the fire she started, given it’s crackling louder than her cookie wrapper, but they can’t afford to let that bot go. Regret prickles in his stomach. Why did he tell him not to shoot? Ijin knows what he’s doing. Fortunately, he doesn’t stop now—another perfect shot sings over their heads and stops the escape before it’s really even begun. Silas whistles appreciatively. Hard to say if Ijin has learned that particular kind of human communication, though, so he adds, “Nice shot. Someone wanna grab that?” Gesturing absently in the direction of the bot, he turns his attention to the crumpled Cho-Tyrek. 

He’s well-lit, at least. Fire is more generous with its light than the anemic neons. He ought to do something about that if it’s not a raging inferno by the time he’s done with Cho. Rolling him onto his back, Silas notes the unnatural bend of his arm, most likely broken in his landing sprawl—dislocated, if he was lucky. More pressing is the matter of his pulse. He plucks a dart from Cho’s carotid artery and its twin from his ulnar artery. It’s something of a broken record at this point, but the thought skips again: Ijin’s aim is uncanny. Hell, he must have as good a grasp of the human body as Silas to make shots like these. He knows little of the sniper’s training aside from its basis in faith—it occurs to him to ask about it. Later. Silas presses two fingers just below Cho’s jaw to gauge his pulse. It’s bound to be sluggish given the sedatives, but he’ll take that over nothing. The pressure forces blood from the tiny prick on Cho’s neck, nearly invisible against the dark stretch of his tattoo. With his other hand, Silas pulls out his medkit in case the injuries from the crash are more severe than they initially appear.

[hider=OOC] Silas rolls [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/28621]two fives[/url] to Study Cho-Tyrek's condition. Wasn't quite sure whether to use Study or Doctor, but I figure the former fits better since he's inspecting someone rather than actively treating them. [/hider]