[ Sam's taken to the aid station quite differently. Trained as Air Force pararescue, he's used to acting where people need medical attention, and this is no different. His recruitment ends up being more an inadvertend trial on the job kind of day, and the arm band's more of an after thought. Like Nina, he wears it only while working - or if he knows he's gotta work an angle with one of the people in charge. And like Nina, half his job's the charm he brings to it, easy quips and conversation, warm smiles, keeping people at ease.
When the kids come in, the little brother bleeding, Sam's halfway to Nina's side before she even asks for the antiseptic, prepared to jump into a messy job... and quite frankly astonished when it doesn't turn out half as messy as expected.
So Sam assists with quiet efficiency when Nina needs something, and otherwise stands back and lets her work, nearby enough that he can jump in if she requires a second pair of hands. She doesn't, except when she sways. And as she children fuss about each other when all is said and done, Sam steps closer, reaching out to the woman but not touching - merely offering his arm in case she needs to prop herself up, or in case she cannot stay upright on her own and needs catching. ]
So do you, no offense.
[ His lips curls into an easy smile, though. He wonders if she's like Wanda, like Dr. Strange.
Either way, he's happy to tick one of his 'big three' boxes. Between aliens, androids and wizards, she now solidly occupies the latter category. ]
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When the kids come in, the little brother bleeding, Sam's halfway to Nina's side before she even asks for the antiseptic, prepared to jump into a messy job... and quite frankly astonished when it doesn't turn out half as messy as expected.
So Sam assists with quiet efficiency when Nina needs something, and otherwise stands back and lets her work, nearby enough that he can jump in if she requires a second pair of hands. She doesn't, except when she sways. And as she children fuss about each other when all is said and done, Sam steps closer, reaching out to the woman but not touching - merely offering his arm in case she needs to prop herself up, or in case she cannot stay upright on her own and needs catching. ]
So do you, no offense.
[ His lips curls into an easy smile, though. He wonders if she's like Wanda, like Dr. Strange.
Either way, he's happy to tick one of his 'big three' boxes. Between aliens, androids and wizards, she now solidly occupies the latter category. ]
That was impressive. Wanna sit down for a moment?