[color=gray]The voice had sounded very... [i]normal[/i], considering the situation. Lillian was scared to see what she'd sound like if she tried speaking again, because it had taken all of her willpower to not break down in her last transmission. She hoped she wouldn't have to find out, though it was inevitable; introductions and whatnot. She wiped her face with her gloved hand to at least try to make herself look presentable to a higher ranking officer, though she jumped at the abrupt ending of the transmission. At first she tapped her helmet in case the malfunction was on her side, though both her test-tap and eyepiece showed no signs of damage to her radio system. She bit her lip, because that could only mean bad news. She held her BR-55 close to her chest as she half ran, half stumbled through the forest, only now starting to feel the exhaustion her legs were trying to pull her through, seeing as though she had been running for several straight hours, and the stress she was left with hadn't helped her recover her stamina. As the gunshots sounded through the previously silent forest, Lillian literally jumped out of fright, propelling herself over some undergrowth, and landing hard on her side, stealing the wind from her lungs. It was recognisably from a UNSC weapon, but that didn't mean much in this kind of environment, where anything could happen for any kinds of reasons. She got back to her feet after taking a few deep breaths, then looked down the sights of her rifle, and began to slowly walk through the forest, paying close attention to the surrounding sounds- or lack thereof. If something had happened, then that something could still be around to greet Lillian, and that was certainly something she didn't want. She broke out into the clearing with her rifle aimed at the Sanghelli's corpse, before scanning the surrounding area in case there were more hostiles, which as far as she could see, there weren't.
[color=white]"Contacts? Injuries?"[/color] She spoke the words with haste, seeing as though they were about all she could muster in her current state. Continuing to scan the area even as she closed the distance to the Sergeant's position, her instincts as a medic and a soldier somewhat overruling her exhaustion and grief, though the latter still resided in every action she made, every thought that passed her mind. Her combat fatigues were dirtied by both blood and dirt, the latter mostly being from her previous fall. She appeared to be relatively unharmed, apart from her forearm that the Kig-Yar had bitten into, which she also had wrapped up and disinfected previously, seeing as though she had no idea what kind of bacteria those bird-people could harbour in their mouths. Despite her efforts, Lillian's face was still caked with dirt and grime, though the route her tears fell were still visible, seeing as though it was the only clean part of her face, as if someone had shaded her face, then applied an eraser to the bottom of her eyes and just pushed down until her chin. She eventually looked down at Lucas after making sure there weren't anymore hostiles, and frowned slightly after seeing the cut along his chestplate, though she wasn't sure if it pierced or not.[/color]