Angeline looked to Matthew as he settled into the van and felt a bit more comfortable, “I suppose that’s a good point.” Though she was more comforted by the fact this guy seemed to know a bit about beaten up cars and gave it, at the very least, a passing grade. She wafted away the dust he kicked up with her hand, it was certainly the most unpleasant part of the experience. At Brooks’ prompt she looked around to locate the first aid kit, she was hardly ‘qualified’ but she did know a bit about first aid, having to patch herself up a fair few times after her own injuries from over-exertion. She supposed she had become the designated one to know about these things so she’ll probably end up being real familiar with it’s ‘ins and outs’ real quick.

As the van… Struggled into life Angie tensed, waiting for some awful ‘pop’ and maybe their little excursion had to be delayed? But eventually it sputtered into an even purr and though she didn’t respond to Billy, the look on her face blatantly displayed that she did, obviously, underestimate him and his rust-mobile. As they started their journey she found it certainly wasn’t the ‘road trip’ she was anticipating. In fact it was a lot of sitting in the dark until an uncomfortable shiver passed through her whole body, a feeling she unfortunately remembered. After another passing moment, Billy stepped out and flicked on a torch, revealing the location had, as she expected, changed, though it wasn’t until the garage door opened that she could really get her bearings in this new area.

As she looked around, before she noticed the bodies, she noticed the flash of light and heat from the young girl. Again a passing thought as to why this girl was qualified to come passed her mind. Although before she could do anything the girl referred to the dead bodies and she immediately craned to look out the window and, well she wasn’t sure what she was expecting. Perhaps she hoped they weren’t actually dead, but Ellen herself voiced the confirmation. As the teen sputtered and stammered and aligned herself with Angeline, Angeline was distracted by the red mark on the girls wrist. As Brooks delegated their tasks Angie looked at the girl sympathetically saying “Doesn’t look like that’s happening just yet, but I can have a look at that for you?” She offered, getting out of her seat and awkwardly shuffling over to where the girl is and taking her arm into her hands. “I mean… Not much in the way of plants around here but I can stop it blistering.” she clarified. She cupped her hands out and they started filling with clear, cool water, like a cup, as if it were coming out from between her fingers. She furrowed her brow as she manipulated the small pool of water to wrap around the burned area and sit for a short while to halt the progression of the burn. Although, once Ellen started getting out she supposed it was ‘get to work’ time and as Angeline herself got up to leave the van the control of the water slipped and it would pour over and off Abigail’s wrist onto the floor. She gave the girl one last sympathetic smile and followed Ellen out of the door.

Unfortunately, she drew the short straw. In many ways. She had to poke at the dead bodies and she had to be on her own. She stood by the van until everyone else had gotten out and decided to take a little charge, herself. “If anyone gets hurt badly, take them back to the van and call for me. I’ll take a look at them there.” It was hardly a good first-aid tent but it was a common location everyone knew and had the first aid kit in there. She turned around to look at the closest body and drew in a sharp breath as a wave of nausea hit her and the memories of her ‘extraction’ came bubbling up to the surface. “Welp… Better get started.” Angeline mumbled under her breath.

Angeline tentatively approached the closest body, the one by the shed. For just a moment she had to take a deep breath and swallow the nauseating sensation in the pit of her stomach. She knelt down beside it and reached out, before she made contact with the body she noticed her fingers were trembling. She gently touched the skin to feel if it was warm... Though looking at all the blood on the ground they probably wouldn't still be warm so she lifts the arm gently, feeling around for any pulse. She was never good at finding it, she had to double-check where she'd have done it on herself a few times while she was poking around looking for it. Still unsure, she shuffled closer to the head of the body and held her hand gently in front of the nose and mouth, feeling for some air to brush against the back of her hand in case they were still breathing. She was a little out of her depth if they would be alive... She wasn't sure how good her first aid or even her healing would be in a place so lacking in rich vegetation. Plenty of dry grasses and shrubs, she supposed.