Naoko's own hand was curled around her Sig Sauer as they approached the scene. It had been a wild and wonderful ride, filled with pin-point turns that she had grown accustomed to with Uber drivers and Riders, but now that they were at the scene of the crime, for it truly was a crime, the cheery girl slid easily into the role of 'undercover hipster cop', backing up Sophie as they followed the blood trail.

Thankfully, whoever caused the explosion wasn't present any longer, and the pink-haired woman quickly crossed the threshold once it became clear that only an unlucky man was present. Kneeling beside him, Naoko repressed the urge to grimace, quickly looking over his injuries instead. Bullet wounds were nasty business though, and all her food trucking hadn't prepared her for dealing with all this, so instead, she pulled out a small flask. [b]"Smelling salts,"[/b] she explained, more for the man's benefit than Sophie's. As he inhaled, his breaths grew deeper and light returned to his eyes, the lines on his face smoothing out. He wasn't healthy, but at least he was mentally aware now, and Naoko stood up, brushing dust off her clothes.

[b]"I'll call emergency services for now. Sophie, ask away,"[/b] Naoko said, her phone already in her hands, [b]"And keep an eye out. Who knows what scavengers would pop up after something like this."[/b]