She looked worried. "I'm sorry for my father is doing, perhaps I can help you out, I know where the first aid kit is in here I can stitch your wounds up so they don't get infected for you" she said her eyes flashing in deep worry and concern. "Plus I was always intrigued about meeting your kinds but not like this is with the war" she said sadly looking down at the hay flooring that protected prisoners from the dirty cement flooring below before she looked back up at him. "I am Shima by the way"