The Inquisitor was alive, and supposedly well by his own word. At very least, he was able to talk, which meant he would survive until a proper analysis of his injuries could be taken. At the Inquisitor's order, Alexa moved off to begin his search... and she supposed she'd have to call to any Sisters who had not been near him when the order was given, since he'd asked that of her as well. At least she could make that part quick.

'Sisters! The Inquisitor seeks survivors out of the foes who have beset us,' she yelled, a voice that might otherwise be somewhat lacking re-amplified to booming by her for-once useful helmet vox. 'Seek them out and bring them to him!' And as for her, she'd already decided she would need to look for injured Sororitas as well, since she and a couple of others were the only ones who could help them; already, she had spotted Sister Persephone lying unmoving behind a stack of barrels, both riddled with bullet holes. Judging by the reaction of Sister Lisbeth as she knelt at the woman's side, Persephone was already dead and sitting by the Emperor's side, and she knew at least some others had suffered similar fates. Unfortunate, and Alexa would ensure that vengeance was taken against those who would slay them and theirs, if indeed any more such foes existed in this place.

For now, however, those who could be helped needed her attention; based on a quick headcount, it seemed just the one Battle-Sister needed any further attention, leaning back against a stack of crates and groaning to herself. Closer inspection, once Alexa had made her way over, found that there was a hole in her gut. Not a great place to get shot, but tolerable given rapid attention.

'Sister... I screwed up,' the Sororitas lying before her spoke. 'Those hellguns pack more of a punch than I expected.'

'You've done the best you can, and I'm certain you have much more to give,' Alexa replied, and was immediately back to cursing the deep voice emanating from beneath her helmet. Not soothing at all. Then again, the Sisters of Battle rarely needed soothing so much as healing. That in mind, the Hospitaller got to work, first cutting away the damaged armour plate, and then injecting an anaesthetic solution into her ally's flesh next to the wound. At the same moment, she scanned the injury site to establish the seriousness of the wound, and found that aside from one artery that had been nicked, bleeding profusely but outward, and a damaged liver, the Battle-Sister hadn't suffered too terrible a wound. Having cut away a section of flesh to reach the damaged areas, Alexa told her as much as she pulled the artery's walls back together and sealed them closed, a layer of medigel beneath the sealing agent ensuring they would heal rapidly.

'Oh, great, my liver. One of the most important organs in my body, and it has a hole in it,' she deadpanned, chuckling even as she drew a light laugh from Alexa. Emperor's mercy, she could be funny at times, even if she was typically dour in tone. That said, the hole through that and her flesh could be fixed easily enough; a few appropriate substance applications later, and it was practically like she'd never been shot at all! And, just a splash of sacramental oils to bless the healing process before patching the power armour up again with a spray of repair cement.

'Good as new, Sister,' Alexa uttered, standing up again and helping pull her ally to her feet. A word of thanks, and she was off on the hunt for further survivors, friend or foe; likewise, Alexa began to look around further, just in case another Sister had missed her sight, as well as any foes who might warrant the Inquisitor's attention.