Aria raises her hands in surrender and backs away. “I’m reaching for a medical kit,” she explains as she reaches into her messenger bag. “Here,” she extends it to him. “I also have water and a little food. Is there anything else you need?” She sighs softly as she skins her brain. This guy’s desperate. He knows he could bleed out right now and it would be over with. “I have medical experience if you need me to patch you up. An assistant doctor at a survivor base.”