When travelling through an empty corridor, Zhevon received a weak transmission. A person was on the third floor, and had information they were sent to obtain. It sounded like she was beat up pretty badly, but who was she? Lima would have left at the first hint of trouble. Maybe she already did, since Zhevon hadn't received a communication from her in a while. Zhevon looked around him, then out the window. He punched out the window and stuck his head out, looking up and down. [i]Second floor? How does a basement connect to the second floor?[/i] He thought to himself. Only a floor up then. He went back to searching for a staircase, thankfully the mansion at this time was mostly empty, with most of the activity on the ground floor or outside. 

He wasn't tech savvy, so it took him a while to track down the origin of the transmission. He carefully opened the door, laspistol up. He saw the woman on the floor, as he thought beat up pretty bad. He jogged over to her, sheathing his sword and putting the pistol in a pocket. [i]Ah, throne damn it.[/i] He thought as he looked over her injuries. He saw heavy bruising, an arm not the way it's supposed to be and... Well he wasn't a medic.
He knelt beside her, [b]"Don't speak, I'm getting you out of here... Looks like someone threw you down eight flights of stairs."[/b] He bluntly remarked, he patted her cheek with his gloved hand several times to keep her awake, [b]"Hey, stay with me here. Blink twice if you think you're in a condition to be picked up. Once if it's a no-go."[/b] He held up fingers in front of her vision. He paused for a second to look around the room, just in case she wasn't in a condition to be picked up, he needed a backup. And he found it, but it was kind of a stupid backup. He looked back down at the woman, [b]"Uh, three times if you would rather be dragged on a door or something."[/b]