Niesha didn't particularly know what to do. She knew if she went in to join the resistance, she might very well get hurt, and then how would she help, if someone got injured? So she stayed silent, field kit over one shoulder, as she moved through the ship. She stopped as she heard footsteps and retreated back to the medical bay, taking out her knife, she crouched, making herself appear smaller, less threatening. 

She doubted this would work, but she didn't know what else to do. 

She dropped the field kit, and watched the door, knowing that she had no escape if someone did come in here. 

All she saw was the blood as someone entered. She was up, and in motion quickly, saying [b]"Jeez! What's happening out there, what happened? Are you okay?"[/b] As she firmly took hold, not even checking to make sure there was anyone else with them, of Scree, and firmly forcing them to sit, hurrying over to get a clean rag and wetting it, hurrying back, beginning to clean off their face, to make sure there was nothing too serious, and to clearly see what was wrong.