She nods, determined despite the persistent ache in her rib. In that location, without a full med suite, nothing can really be done about the break except to refrain from straining the area even more. She's been trying for almost two years to wean herself away from the Kel value of endurance beyond one's strength, but a less self-destructive facsimile of it can serve her now. And the pack provides water, and the mask provides air. Almost luxurious compared to some of her old battlefields.

"I'll send anyone I find your way, and you can send them up and down the train. It looks like there's a running track over that way -- where there's athletics, there should be healthcare. If you can, assign someone to each car to keep count of the wounded, and a few to run between with messages and alerts."

She has some experience in managing a large fighting force: delegation, communication, the synthesis of moving parts, the utility of simple bodily necessities to soothe unrest. Nobody here owes their service to Steve or herself, other than the basic face-to-face societal obligations, but if there's one thing she learned from Jedao, it's that authority left lying around will be picked up by someone else... or wasted on death.


Some time later he'll find a message on Fermii from luckstone: Steve, are you there? What's your status?


[[she's headed upward on the map between Monty and the Science Center, and may or may not end up at Zeno.]]