Lara nodded to the girl. "Just let me know if the pain gets to be too much. I will give you some pain killers. I'm sorry I can't do anything for you really right now. If we could make it to a hospital I could stalk up on some better medical supplies. This rudimentary first-aid kit of nothing but items that can be bought over the counter is almost no help." At this point she began muttering to herself, listing out things she needed such as stronger pain medication, more gloves, allergy medication, Epipens, several roles of gauze medical wrap and medical tape, an ass ton of vitamins since the canned food wasn't the best source of such things. Hell if she could take the whole damn hospital she would. But there wasn't enough room in their vehicles to store it all.

As Lara muttered to herself more and more members of the group started gathering around them. First was Nick. The male had always slightly unnerved her. His love for zombie killing was too great and she was afraid he was a borderline psychopath. Then was Johnny, who, if she was being frank, she wanted to strangle half the time. His whole aura just screamed, coward, only cowards used words to try to weasel their way into things. He pissed her off, he was always so distant as rude with his self preservation crap and if he decided he was going to try to use her or another member to save himself he had another thing coming to him. The next to show up was Charlie. It seemed as though he was the acting leader of the group but then again they all had a fairly equal share in the decision making. And finally Skye. They all seemed to be chatting amongst themselves, about food and supplies and whatnot. For the most part she ignored it. The part about the zombie squirrel intrigued her slightly but she remained silent as she pet Lazlo. 

For whatever reason the dog had decided to stick with her. She hadn't done anything special just done what she could to keep his original owner alive the best she could. She personally thought the dog should have held some sort of ill will toward her. After all she couldn't save the little boy, but no. Here he was, happy as can be, with a group of complete strangers. It baffled her. She shrugged at her own thoughts and stood up, brushing herself off. "I think before we move out we should make a list of things we need. This way we can get in and out of the next city quickly. Sorry Nick but I'm not like you, the less we have to deal with the undead the happier I am." She said walking to her stuff to pull out her binder full of everyone's records. Well the ones she managed to pull together. Mostly just of allergies and injuries, if anybody took prescription meds those would be in her files as well. The binder was full of empty sheets of paper though. Perfect for writing lists. She liked to keep organized. She pulled the pen out of its pocket and clicked it repeatedly, beginning to scribble down some of the things she needed.