[b]"Eh heh, right. I'll get you fixed up ASAP."[/b] Of course, Donny could only deal with some of the injuries personally. After helping Voria out of her armor, Donny did his best to remove the shrapnel, set bones, and liberally apply medi-gel to all injured areas. It was rather.... Intimate, as Donny was having some skin-contact with an asari in places very close to sensitive areas. But Donny's own nervousness and the fact that Voria was bloodied and bruised made it far less erotic than rubbing down an asari with medi-gel could have been. When Donny went to treat Voria's shoulder, he learned that her "Tourniquet" is actually his baby blanket, tightly coiled up and covered in asari blood. [b]"Dwha!? This is my blanket!"[/b] Donny exclaimed somewhat loudly. He didn't make too big of a deal out of it though, folding it up neatly and putting it aside as he continued to operate on Voria.

Eventually Donny did everything he could using his limited about of first-aid knowledge. Her surface wounds would heal, and assuming she doesn't get hit by a vehicle and shot again her bones should be fine. Or so Donny hopes. The fact that Voria wasn't screaming bloody murder or tried to murder him bloodily for trying at least told the human that what he was doing wasn't hurting her. So after patching her up Donny cleaned himself down as he noticed the ship entering the colony planet. Donny had to buckle in as the ship made it's decent, grabbing his equipment as everyone got ready to hit the ground. 

Once the ship landed Donny and his crew got ready to leave. They were greeted by turians and their rifles, but fortunately before any shots were fired they were identified as friendly. From here Donny kept his mouth shut and let Eleanore and Seraph do the talking. Mostly Eleanore since she was the ambassador. "We have a few wounded, yes. But what is the status of this settlement? It appears that everyone is being relocated. Have those terrorist made any moves to make an assault here?" Indeed, seeing the settlers fleeing for their lives was unsettling. They weren't even going to fight for their homes, which either marks them as cowards or they were fleeing from an obviously larger threat. Donny gripped his grandfather's knife, hoping to gleam some determination from the blade.