“Okay… Looks like chainmail. Chainmail… And a tan?”

Will carefully placed the chunk of masonry on the ground, and pushed the ‘why the hell is someone wearing chainmail out here, how did they manage to get tanned’ thought away from the front of his mind, focusing on the ‘we should help this person’ thought. 

He moved closer, his eyes trying to size up her injuries. “Hey, hey wake up. Can you hear me?”

No response. The situation wasn’t amazingly difficult for Will, but the addition of seemingly being teleported here, the (now that he was noticing it) oddly persistent fires and the fortress all compounded. Looking down he realised he still held the Geiger counter, deciding he may as well point it at the person, finding some amusement in the idea… and a bit of comfortable familiarity. Taking the cap off, he pointed it at the snow nearby her, and moving it slowly over her in an arc, back onto the snow. He frowned, and repeated the motion. Lower than background? He pointed the counter into the distance, away from the battlefield and the land around it, then back to the ground around him. This strange battlefield was just a bit more radioactive than the background for where he was judging by the count of the surroundings, and the castle was even higher. Not dangerous to go into, but not a good idea to spend a few nights there. He put aside that idea, yet another thing to mess with his head and go unsolved, noticing that she was starting to wake up.

Hooking his arms underneath her armpits, he started dragging her on her back to the nearest fire “Just hold on a few seconds…”

He placed her down, just short of actually putting her in the flames, glancing back to see a faint trail of blood. Low blood pressure from blood loss, or was she better off than she looked? He had nothing to bandage with that wouldn’t be more useful as protection from the cold, and didn’t want to risk moving her more. Taking off his jacket, he began to shiver, or rather the shivering got worse, and draped it across the wounded, armoured stranger. He reckoned she was still quite a bit colder than him, and was pretty sure none of [i]his [/i] blood was draining out into the snow, so she could have the jacket.

He stood up, looking around to see if there was anyone else nearby, or at least a body to steal some more clothes from. “You awake now? I’m Will, you speak English? I got a bit of Russian, South Standard and Japanese too if you’ve no idea what I’m saying.”