Thalia looked up at the man from on her knees, where she had just closed the eyes of the dead woman. Her eyes held a hint of anger. "He'll live. He just needs attention. No wonder everyone's dying if you don't at least give them a chance." She holstered her trusty Welrod. He did had a point; although she had accumulated quite a few loose rounds rattling around the bottom of her pack, if she shot every dying person in here she'd be out of ammo without a doubt. Moving aside the woman's blood stained coat, Thalia found a leather knife holster, complete with small hunting knife. Carefully, as if the woman was only sleeping, Thalia loosened it up and pulled it clear of her. Holding it up for the man to examine Thalia said: "Happy? no more wasting bullets. Looks a little like my last knife... A field hospital sounds like a good idea, we need able bodied people to clear up this mess."

She could hear a faint commotion from somewhere close, but apart from that she could find no one out on the street. A few pale faces peered out from behind threadbare curtains up in the flats above. They stared down like wary owls. Thalia looked around for anyone else that might need attention, there were several. Getting off her knees she rushed off to a child who had begun sobbing in the doorway of a house.