As they neared the station, Esailia secured her bow in its harness on her back. Regulations. Her gaze was making sure her gear was secure, and didn't notice anything in the camping grounds until the hunter muttered two words. She glanced up, and her ears perked up. The grounds looked like a slaughterhouse. Esailia started undoing the straps to her bow's harness, her feline eyes narrowing at the moving bodies. Survivors.

Esailia pointed at them, and flipped her pad out. [B]They're hurt, we need to help them. You get help, She and I can start triage here.[/b] sadly, she had kept the text to speech on...She slid her pad back into her pack and started walking forward towards the 'survivors'.