Blaze kneels down with the open kit, glad for his sake that the trees offer some shelter from the winter weather. His thanks gets a nod from her, though there doesn't seem much to say. She can't imagine what else she'd do but help. A glance at his injuries and she gets to work finding the emergency dressings. She doesn't know what to do about the bruising. For now, well, she can give him a hand where he needs it. Most important thing to do is make sure he doesn't lose any more blood.

"There's a whole settlement down the path," she replies, passing him a pressure pad. "Don't know if it's organized enough to call a town, but medics aren't even the start of what you'll find there. We'll get you there as soon as you're patched up enough to move. You're going to need some fluids. Looks like you went three rounds with a Goliath tank." Times like this she feels her own inexpertise when it comes to her human kin. Feels like she ought to know more than she does - but she isn't going to dwell on the gaps.

His question gets a laugh out of her, despite the situation. "Nah, this is my real face. I'm an Exo - we're soldiers, built by humanity way back in our Golden Age. Ghost here is a whole other story, but he's just as much a machine as I am."

"I don't think anybody we meet is mistaken about that part," her companion points out a little dryly. His structure doesn't really lend itself to such confusion.