Petya let out a sigh of relief as she felt the VTOL land. Resting in the comfortable seats of the aircraft had been better than sitting on the hard floor of the restaurants, but the idea of actually getting medical help sounded like a dream come true right now. The cranky dead looking man had a whiskey flask with him, and she didn't try to hide her jealousy. She really, really wanted that drink.
She stepped out of the VTOL and walked towards the building with sure steps, only to slow down as the woman she'd rescued asked where the hospital wing was. Petya had an idea of where it was, as Orchid had a habit of spending time there whenever she wasn't helping people on the streets. Sadly she was cut off before she could even start talking. She let out a bark of laughter before hissing in pain. Yeah, laughing definitely wasn't the best idea right now.
”I doubt you can literally count someones hours, mortally challenged or not,” the shapeshifter dismissed the man's words with an unimpressed raise of an eyebrow. It didn't matter what anyone said, Petya refused to believe that there was a set time for anything. Still, she couldn't help but turn searching eyes towards the woman. She looked much worse off than Petya, she couldn't deny that. It didn't matter if she was dying or not. It was better for both of them to find the hospital wing as quickly as they could.
”Just ignore what the dead man says, darling,” she said to Rolling Girl, giving the woman a pleasant smile. She gestured towards the building before starting to move towards it with slow steps, talking as she went.
”I know where the hospital wing is. If we're lucky, my partner will be there. One of the best healers I've ever had the pleasure of meeting.”