[color=f7941d][centre][h2]Sarah Cooper[/h2][/centre][/color]
[center][color=f6989d] [h3] Sol City Zoo 
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(with [@Conscripts] [@Rabidporcupine] and [@Alex_The_Great])[/center][hr]

"Oh, god," Sarah gasped as the ragged stranger crawled into her view, muttering some comments about eating bears and the X-men that doubtless would have been horribly concerning and offensive had they not come from someone in such clear disarray. She rushed over to him, accepting Alex's water bottle without thinking, crouching down beside him and running her hand through his greasy hair. He looked like shit and smelled worse, but those things she noticed distantly - right now, he was an injured animal.

"Here, can you drink this?" She said, offering him the water bottle - he looked strong enough to accept it, but if that wasn't the case, she was fully prepared to bottle-feed him (or bottle-hydrate, as the case may be.) With her other hand, she pulled her walkie talkie out. "Angela? Call security, ask them to get an ambulance on the way. Yeah, we got another one. By Bear Mountain. Thanks." She holstered the device, and set about nudging the man, trying to get his attention. Thomas had just inquired as to when the last time he'd eaten was, which was a good start - the best thing they could do until help arrived was try to keep him lucid and present. "Hey, hey, it's okay, help is coming. I'm Sarah. Can you tell me your name?"

Alex arrived a moment later, setting down a small mountain of food in front of the man. Immediately, Sarah flopped over and pushed the food away from him. "Hey, hey, easy! Not too much! He needs to see a doctor. If you give him too much food, he could develop a refeeding illness which could shut down his liver." A bit of an oversimplification of the medical issues at hand, but she hoped the hasty explanation she blurted out would carry enough urgency to be followed. Also, she was basing this off her knowledge of caring for malnourished dogs, but, well. She [i]was[/i] a zoologist.

Sarah selected one of the chicken salads Alex had brought, opened the lid, and carefully selected a cut of chicken. "Chew, then swallow," she said slowly, then offered it down to the starving man. She glanced back up at Alex, already feeling a little bad for being so short with him when he was just trying to help. "Good instinct," she said. "I'll make sure you get a refund for the food."