[@Evil Snowman]
[h3][center]Private Durandal[/center][/h3]
Regan was focused on resting and healing when she was approached. She was taking careful, measured breaths, trying not to agitate any healing her body was undergoing. She cracked an eye open when she heard someone approaching, spying the uniform and closing it again. "A field medic? Ooh, just the people I need." She smiled softly, before adding, "cute, too. Here, I can handle your weapon for you if you patch me up. Deal?" She spoke only loudly enough to be heard, not wanting to strain any injuries she might have.

She felt tired. Was that a bad sign? She was sure it was normal, but that didn't answer the question. "So, how's it look?" She opened her eyes to keep a lookout, and shifted just a bit so she could comfortably aim and shoot.