First, bandages, quick as she can. Second is the epinephrine injector she pulls from her kit, and she doesn't hesitate to inject it into his outer thigh. The trans suit's seal didn't even matter, seeing as his arm was missing. And then, third, before any moving around, she pulls out the oxygen supply and hooks him up to it, holding the mouth piece over his face and keeping herself braced against him for support.

The last thing they need is for a big guy like him to lose consciousness.

"Just breathe? Alright. Then we've got to keep moving. But it's going to be okay, alright? We're superheroes."

She watches him, concerned, trying to tune off the chaos around them, while rooting around in her kit for other useful things.