[Carol lost her boots in the Ingress, but considering her last trip between dimensions they took all her weapons she's counting herself lucky this time. She can live without her boots, much as she liked them; lack of knives and guns and ammo would be massively less comfortable to be without. (She's wearing a bowie knife with finger holds as well as a small pistol on her belt since she hasn't gotten situated enough to start hiding them yet, and the big stuff's in her backpack.)]
[She spots a kid looking like his face got beat to hell and instinctively she starts cataloging how many hits that probably took and how old the injuries are, a strange combination of horrifying life experience and actual medical training.]
[Wordlessly, at first, she reaches into a jacket pocket and pulls out a small packet.] It's an ice pack if you crack the seal. Want it? [Normally she'd be more maternal to what looks like a teenager, but her relationship with children is up and down. Besides, she never wanted anyone's pity when she got her face turned to hamburger.]
post-medbay
[She spots a kid looking like his face got beat to hell and instinctively she starts cataloging how many hits that probably took and how old the injuries are, a strange combination of horrifying life experience and actual medical training.]
[Wordlessly, at first, she reaches into a jacket pocket and pulls out a small packet.] It's an ice pack if you crack the seal. Want it? [Normally she'd be more maternal to what looks like a teenager, but her relationship with children is up and down. Besides, she never wanted anyone's pity when she got her face turned to hamburger.]