[@David Gorgon]

"Hold that bus!" Shouted Grigori, running up with the women and child cradled in his arms. The woman's leg was beyond his abilities to heal, but he had at least managed to completely staunch the flow of blood. As he approached and raised one hand to the man in black. "Namaste, brother. I witnessed your explosion from up the street. Very nice." He said, walking past and tapping on the buses door. "Room for two more in there?" He asked. "And is there a doctor? This woman leg needs to be set." Girgori had never really concerned himself with how to treat injuries, either before or after his enlightenment. It hadn't seemed pertinent at either time, so he unfortunately could not do much more than this. "Do not worry, good people. You will escape. If God had intended that you should die, he would not have put us here."