*Major grunts grabbing the fallen Las pistol and staggering over to the bar and leans heavily against it holding thr cooling plasma pistol*

You wanna deal with the rabid bitch your more than welcome. She more trouble than she worth. 

I would be rather thankful if any of you knew medical aid....  Or can find help who can.  
She won t be getting up in a hurry... If she does at all. 

*looks round the bar for any kind of booze to kill the pain abit*

... 

*Dr walks outfo window and watches the storm that's still out there and slightly concerned as it still lights up skyline.*

*looks out thinking on things*