Connor stuck his head cautiously out of the Louretta's open bay door. He looked around and saw no one nearby. [i]Awesome.[/i] He noted, trotting down the ramp. Pressed against his right arm was a dirty white rag that was quickly turning red with blood.

In his panic earlier to get out of the engine he had cut himself on a stray piece of metal. He had thought he just banged it so he ignored the pain. He hadn't known he had a giant gash until blood was all over his arm. He'd been turning a wrench, glanced down and saw his arm had looked like it had recently been in a horror movie. 

He didn't think his gash was too bad, he cut his hands and fingers on metal all the time. In fact there was a scar on his face from exactly that. So he hadn't panicked or started screaming or anything, just grabbed the cleanest rag he had and carefully crawled back out of the engine.

Connor didn't want to make too big deal about it. He just wanted to disinfect it, wrap it up then get back to work. If anyone saw it they'd probably force him to go to the infirmary to get it thoroughly looked at and he did not want to waste that kind of time. Not to mention he just plain hated anything hospital like and wanted to avoid it as much as possible.

He hastily walked around Louretta to head for his office, he was sure the first aid kit was in there. He stopped seeing his office door closed and frowned. Was Pauline or Reece still in there? Crap if Abby was still in the hangar she'd definitely march him to the infirmary to get poked and prodded at until they decided to stitch up his arm. 

[i]Goddamnit, maybe there's a first aid kit in Louretta.[/i] He thought, turning around on his heel and heading back for the mining pod. Why didn't he think of that in the first place?