Angela offered a smile of humor, finding the situation to be a tad on the funny side. Neither of them were going anywhere, and in Fareeha's condition, what was she to do to help Angela do anything? The Swiss woman shook her head. She should have healed Fareeha with what strength she had. At least then, Fareeha could continue to do her duty. Angela was no use, even with her wounds more or less healed.

"There is nothing more that can be done to aid either of us, it seems." She sighed, looking down at the hand on her lap. She placed her own hand over Fareeha's. If only she was stronger, she could have kept healing. She could have kept working hard, saving lives. "But we can support each other, at least. I'm sure your soldiers will give you an update when they have a moment away from the battle. Though... I assure you, Kalte is a wonderful soldier. He's leading his troops alongside yours very well, from what I saw."

Angela watched as the other medics and doctors shuffled down the aisle with wounded to tend to. She bit her lip, furrowing her brow in frustration. Why of all people did [i]she[/i] have to get injured? People were dying, and she couldn't help them. She couldn't even stand up to help herself.

"I wish... I wish I could be stronger. I could have kept going if..." She sighed, shaking her head, her own anger wetting her eyes, making the crystalline blue color glass over. No, this wasn't the time to cry. [i]'Keep it together, Angela. You've been through worse.'[/i] She tried to reassure herself mentally, but in all truth, this was the worst scenario she'd ever been in. Through all the death and despair that came with her job as a doctor, she'd seen much stress. More than your average person, that was certain. But war, with the devastating nature of every bullet that whizzed through the air, was not something she would ever get used to nor would she ever like. In fact, she was opposed to fighting wars, but it was the only way to stop the omnics. Machines didn't listen to thought or reason. They were programmed. The only thing they could learn was how to adapt to enemy strategies, and how to most efficiently kill a human being.

"Fareeha... I'm so sorry." She couldn't help but apologize, her optimism crushed. She didn't want Fareeha to see her so weak.