The moment she was spotted, the situation grew a bit more intense. She noticed another individual staying behind to cover the man with the rifle as he came around to conduct a personal search, making sure Jane wasn't carrying any weapons which she might be able to use against them. But despite the predictable safety precautions, the American didn't have to be so rough with her. Jane winced when he pushed on her abdomen, but she did not complain any further. It would not get her anywhere, and they might just leave her behind. That was a chance she was not willing to take.

When he proceeded to finally ask her a few questions, Jane stuttered momentarily. In all honesty, she would love some morphine, but then she would turn into a burden. Better grit her teeth through the pain than have them all killed. 

Only a few moments had passed before his question was answered for her. Gunfire erupted from the distance, causing the rifleman to react accordingly as the three of them began to quickly move, the pain getting to Jane once more. They were making their way when a tree trunk erupted near them, the American stumbling to the ground as a result. The blood just poured out from his head, and it sure as hell didn't look good. Even Jane forgot about her own pain for just a split second, wondering what she should do as the poor man became a bit overwhelmed by it all. For a short moment, she was at a loss for words, but then she finally rushed to his side.

"Let me get that from you!" Jane took the gauze off his hand, grabbing the man's chin with a firm grip to wipe the blood off his eyes. She followed the remaining trail of blood before she pressed on his wound to slow the bleeding. "I need something to hold this in place," she called out to the other man.