When the explosives detonated brick and glass spun all around Pandora the smoke and dust obscuring her lithe leather-clad form briefly and leaving many onlookers to believe when it cleared she would be laying a bleeding heap on the pavement only to find her standing where she had been standing unscathed barely even touched by the dust that had filled the air; her expression was one of angry annoyance.

She loathed the indiscriminate use of explosives and harming of the innocents and the cries of the injured called to her so she focused her probabilities on the rescue of those who needed her most. With supreme confidence, she ran into the smoke and rubble ignoring the dangers presented by dangling pieces of the bank, broken flooring and live electrical wires. 

Her first find was an old woman who was bleeding badly and needed a compression bandage to staunch the bleeding which was provided when the banks First aid kit fell from where it had been lodged in the acoustic ceiling above Pandies head landing beside her and popping open.