Rene lowered his rifle with considerable relief, returning it to the attachment point on his chestplate so it hung muzzle down across his body at patrol rest. Everything they had seen of the man suggested he was clever and careful, and now they were beyond the moment of initial confrontation he would likely realize that his only real option was to go along with his new situation. 

"...spacer...able spacer... Savachev..." came a whispered croak from the injured woman. All eyes turned towards her as she moaned feebly, her eyes fluttering open. She was in her mid thirties and had the muscular frame that one often saw on people who worked out to avoid the loss of muscle mass that accompanied extended periods in space. Her hair was dark, cut short in regulation fashion and, like the rest of her body covered in sweat.

"Sir... regret to..." the effort of speaking seemed to be almost more than she could bear and the hazed unfocused look of her eyes spoke to the delirium the infected burns had induced. Rene glanced into the corner to see an improvised waste bin filled with pieces of surgical cloth that had been used to wipe away pus and sera. Bouradine had expended the meager supply of antibiotics in his pods first aid kit, but the kit was only really intended for treating cuts and scrapes, not second degree burns. Several half spent doses of painkillers suggested that Bouradine had been rationing the pain killers in an attempt to keep the spacer comfortable as long as he could. That wouldn't have been much longer, but the delerium might have taken some of the pain away. The sap he was using appeared to be some kind of local antibiotic, but there was no way to deliever it to an infection that had already penetrated the tissues.

"Sir... report the loss off..." Savachev continued her breathing growing more labored. Rene stepped to the womans side, laying a hand on her shoulder.

"Save your energy spacer, you can tell me all about it once we get you patched up," he told her in what he hoped was confident tone.

"If you move her, she might die," Bouradine objected, concern for the injured woman overwhelming his fear of his current situation. That spoke well of him in Rene's mind. A few pieces of the puzzle began to click into his head. Bouradine had arrived in orbit, probably with the intention of going to ground and waiting to be picked up by another trader or smuggler, only when he arrived in orbit he had picked up the distress beacon from the navy pod and put down beside it to try to help. That certainly banished any lingering thoughts of kidnapping as there was no need for him to put himself at risk.

"If we don't move her, she dies for sure," Rene responded, lifting his hand as Savachev lapsed into unconsciousness once more. Thanks to Ten's not entirely selfless generosity, the freighters medical suite was well stocked, and if they could get Savachev there in one piece she would live, the problem was that she ran a real risk of going into shock while she was being carried. In some regards it might be easier just to bring the Bonaventure here but the walking back and then flying here simply added time to that which it would take to carry the stricken spacer. Rene pondered several unsatisfactory choices in his mind, and then a rumble of thunder outside made the choice for him. Beyond the shelter of the pod, black clouds were gathering with ominous speed, seeming to spiral together almost like smoke. There was another peel of thunder and then heavy rain began to fall, first in a patter and then in an increasing downpour.

"We can't move her in the rain," Rene stated, "We need to bring the ship here asap." There were several things wrong with this plan too, but none of them could be helped. 

"Yarue, head back to the ship and bring it here, as close as you can comfortably get," he directed. The Syshin blinked in consternation.

"I have had only a few lessons Si... Rene," he began correcting his use of the formal title to which Rene had no legal claim in any case, "I don't think I can fly the Bonaventure, perhaps Lady Solae..."

"We need her to retrieve Bel'sian, none of the rest of us can understand Kalderi," he interjected. Technically Bouradine could, or at least Rene presumed so, but although his misgivings about the trader were easing, he wasn't about to put anyone in a situation where they had to rely on his translations.

"There is a ground effect mode you can use, Mia will be able to help you, it is much simpler than lifting and landing the way we do when we go to orbit," he explained. That was stretching the truth a little, it was much simpler than a powered decent, but it would be no picnic in the rain. With Mia's help though, it should be possible.

"Get going," he ordered and the Syshin gave Solae a startled look before turning and vanishing into the rain which by now was an opaque grey sheet. Rene unslung his rifle and set it aside and began to peel of his armor. 

"The armor has integral first aid gear," Rene explained as he cracked open the breastplate and wiggled out of it. The first aide suite was emergency field medicine, little more than hemostatic drugs, but it also contained adrenaline and antibiotic systems, designed to keep a soldier functional during what would be a crash for an unaided human.

"Bouradine, give her what is left of the pain meds if you will, strapping this on her with her burns won't be fun," he directed the trader. Rene's confidence seemed to infuse the man and he stepped quickly to the drug injectors and began to combine the doses. As soon as it was done he knelt and thrust the injector into a vein on the spacers left arm, dispensing the entire dose with a hiss of air.