Aidan, who went straight to the cockpit as soon as they arrived on the Invictus, was reading the scanners with mixed thoughts. Something wasn't right, and it was right in front of their eyes. The movement in the corner of their eyes, the villagers knowing them, some textures just not feeling right. It all sounded like an illusion, but that was just impossible. Their scanners would have picked up an illusion by now. Maybe the tower held more answers.

A plea for help breaks him out of his concentration. He sighs and makes his way to Vals room. He knocks on the door and enters it. "Is it in a tr-..." He looks at the uncovered chest for just a split second before looking away, slightly blushing. "Ahem, uhm... I guess it's in a hard to reach spot?" His eyes spot the needle gun in her hand and he takes it from her. "Right, just... turn around and I'll help you."

Spotting the cloth in the corner of the room, he walks over to pick it up. He looks back at Val, seeing that she had turned around. The wound doesn't look very critical, but Aidan is well known with the annoyances of pain. Using the cloth, he cleans the wound a bit more before readying the needle gun. "Alright, on three. One... two..." With a sly smile he stabs the needle gun in the flesh near the wound, injecting Val with the pain relieving fluid.