[ she gets to work - quick and efficient. she's not a talented medic, and a more experienced one could probably do this more gently. better. but she knows enough to clean the area and to bandage what she can and it's enough.

it's a nasty wound, one that causes her to pause briefly and glance back to him - what even happened - before returning to her work. she nods at his answer, too, not necessarily because it helps but because that is similar enough to how things went for her and the rest of the team who stayed up top. ]

You're lucky she didn't do a worse job. [ though that's a complicated statement, really. lucky, but was he really? with his consciousness directed by the ship itself, he could have done more damage too. she finishes one part of the bandaging and lets out a breath. there is still more to do, and after a moment's pause she continues. ]

I was, yes. Me and a few others. There were messages locked in the Bridge that we spent our time decoding. [ she tenses, thinking about the video, of the monster, as she glances up to look at him. ] You didn't run into that...thing? Did you?