trans_9 | Under Seige

Jamie is not about to let himself be intimidated by the raptor, and doesn't even flinch at the growl. He does note the rifle, however, and keeps a steady hand on his own weapon.

"Then ye'd better hope you're not infected, aye?" He starts to look over Red Snout, very carefully, for obvious wounds and scratches. Hopefully someone who knows what color a raptor's eyes are supposed to be can help on that front.

"I am not." Red Snout huffs indignantly as the human examines him. He doesn't seem to have any obvious injuries aside from what looks like a gunshot wound along his left side.

"H-he l-looks the same as normal..." Yuri stammers out.

"If Chomper's fine, he's in. Someone get the raptor-strength restraints and we'll treat him for his bullet wound."

Taking chances isn't on the game plan; that much has been made clear, especially when they don't have a strong idea of what's going on outside.

"He's clear," Roxie says almost immediately, as she glances over at Red Snout. She starts queuing up some of the chain, though, manipulating the heavy metal as if it were light as a feather.

"Yes, I am fine! Now let me in!"

"I don't see anything either," Jamie agrees, and steps back. While he lowers his rifle, it can still easily be brought up and fired, if necessary. He looks over at Yuri expectantly. "I believe, lass, it's back to being your choice. Or is it your friend?" He's not quite clear on that part, being unfamiliar with Borg.

A question indeed. Probably one too complicated to go into right now.

"B-borg...Let him in." And the drilltacles lifted from the ground, though one followed him, tracking the scaly head and ready to impale it at any moment.

Then, quietly to the injured raptor. "You're going to be ok, Mr Red Snout."

Vega comes up to peek at Red Snout as he comes in.

"Whoah, what happened to you?" he asks. That's a looooot of blood.

He's not at all afraid of Red Snout, so that much hasn't changed.

Ellen had been in situations like these before. And it really didn't help that half of them were losing their cool. The zombies weren't such a problem. She'd fought the Flood before. They didn't infect the same way, but she'd gleaned enough to know not to get bitten. When the raptor came to the barrier, she'd unclipped her sidearm, but didn't draw it, letting the others do the talking. Once it was deemed that he was clean, she moved to the table.

"Okay first, I need everyone to calm down losing out heads and shouting at people," she shot a glare at Luis, "and being a smartass," Terry got the glare this time, "are not helping. And so help me god if you two don't stow it right now I'll get Chomper here to chew on you for awhile and see how you like it. The kid is being more level-headed than you two." She motioned to Sherry.

With a roll of her eyes, she cleared off one of the workstations, moving her implements to it. Men. Typical. "Alright get the Dino-with-a-gun over here so we can get that bullet out of him. Yuri dear, could I have that medicine you offered earlier? It'll help to close the wound once I've gotten the bullet out."

She nodded to Lois as she brushed past her, pointedly ignoring the other for now and focusing on what she needed to do.

Red Snout limps into the medical bay, scowling in a menacing fashion at Jaime. At least that female seemed to know what she was doing! He shifts his gaze to Yuri, looking at her for a moment before she speaks, ignoring the drilltacle pointed at his head.

"I will be fine, Little Yuri. And so will you. None of those creatures are going to get inside, I will see to it." And then he's back to glaring at everyone around him as he hobbles to the work station, favoring his injured leg. He propels himself up onto the table in a single leap, claws scrabbling for purchase as he lets out a hiss of pain. That did his injured flank no good at all! He cradled his rifle, laying down to allow the medical personal access to the wound.

"Hurry. I must return to the battle."

Yuri held out the cell gell (it looked somewhat like a large juice box) and hoped for the best. It worked on Kumi, at least, and she was a full drill at that point.

Sherry raised her eyebrows at the compliment, but shrank back into a corner, away from Red Snout. Oh yes, she remembered him well, and he still scared the crap out of her.

But Yuri seemed to be helping out, Vega was concerned, Roxie... where was Roxie getting all that chain from? The cacophony of noise outside echoed back, and Sherry found herself trying to imagine what it looked like out there, where could she run to that was narrower than the other locations? Would Eve be okay to follow after her, or...?

Or...

Jamie simply fixes the raptor with a bland, expressionless look of his own - but does stand down. It's only after Red Snout is on the table that he allows himself a tiny bit of a glare in return.

Then he moves up to take a post at the door. Turning slightly to Terry, he says apologetically, "I've got some extra ammo, but not an extra gun. I dinna know about the others."

In one of those rare moments were he actually listened to authority figures, Terry nodded at Ellen. "You're right," he said, "if we keep this up, we won't get anywhere. Sorry." It reminded him of his time in the Justice League, when no one trusted each other and they were constantly arguing. Just with zombies instead of purple alien starfish.

He eyed the raptor warily. He was going to give it the benefit of the doubt, and hope it wasn't infected, but he was also forming a plan just in case it was.

Terry nodded at Jamie, both disappointed and relieved at the same time. "That's okay. I don't really like guns, anyway. I just thought one might be useful here."

Sometimes it took a beautiful woman snapping at Luis to bring him back to his senses. He forced in and out a shaky, calming breath, and then shook his head.

"We've got firepower in here, don't worry about that. My biggest concern is keeping from inviting in any surprises."

"Is someone going to treat me, or must I wait until I have bled to death?" Red Snout quipped from his table.

There's a snort from Jamie's general direction. It's almost...amused sounding.

He's not looking at the table, though. His attention is primarily focused on the outside hallway.

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"Impatient." Sharp Tongue nips Red Snout's shoulder, she comes alongside the table carrying...

Yes. That is a fork. That is a piece of silverware. It's a perfectly useful medical tool for her. If nobody stops her, she'll be using it to dig the round out. She sets it down to apply a numbing ointment of some kind from what appears to be the bottom half of a broken glass bottle.

Raptors aren't good at making their own containers, they go with what they can find.

Red Snout suppressed a hiss of pain as Sharp Tongue began digging for the bullet, wincing. He snapped back at her, bickering all the while as she worked on him.

"Are you trying to dig out my whole leg? Watch what you're doing!"

It's his way of coping, really.

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