Thread:Tybereous/@comment-25356210-20161110143619/@comment-25606723-20161115230654

"That's great... Well, if she's not here, I can't do anything at this point..." He mutters to himself, as he gets medical supplies out of one of the intact compartments of the ship. He makes a splint for his forearm, and stashes a few painkillers and stims on his person. He also takes some dried food that wasn't obliterated.