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Sonore raised his hand and tried to keep Orion upright with his other arm as he called out with his rasped voice, "Here!" Orion was growing very pale from blood loss despite the Koshka's best attempt to staunch the wound in his shoulder.

((hmmm, I don't think Marr is coming on tonight, so I'll just cover for Lux :>))

Xigbar would see all the danger coming like it was her job, knowing this sort of set-up like the back of her hand. However it was a life of leisure that had seen her too slow to get her husband and son to safty, and so it was all she could do to try and cover up her husband as best she could, slinging her arms around his neck as she pushed him back with her onto the ground.

Edit: And it had been just in time too, a bullet plowing down into her shoulder as she let out a cry. Only seconds ago it would have been her or her beloved's head...

Able would spot them down on the ground from far off, still shakey on his knees and unable to come and help as he tried to deal with a bandit that looked ready to tear into him. He pulled up his walking stick and made to swat the Koska about. "Y-you shot my mum!" He'd yell, not really knowing if it had actually been him or not. He'd only receive a boot to the face for his effort though.

((Dave, if you'd rather Charlene protect some random guy as opposed to Able, I can change things or make up for it.))

The albino enter-- Well, she was a prostitute and there was no polite way of really saying it didn't know what hit her. One minute she'd been quietly chatting up a teenaged boy, the next she knew there were screams as ships passed low over-head. As shots rang out. Never before had she been in a situation like this before, but her first instinct was to protect the "client". Throwing herself over the boy, Charlene ignored the fact that her parasol was more than likely ruined and laying far away from her. There were far worse things going on than some sun-sickness.

Everything after that was a blur. She wasn't sure if something had actually hit her or just passed by close enough for her to feel something like a "phantom" shot. Holding her eyes closed tightly she pressed herself as low to the ground, and the boy she was covering, as much as possible.

Knowing that there were others to check upon, Canon simply did a quick check to make sure that the woman wasn't bleeding too heavily. It did look, though, like something internal might have been hit, from the trajectory of the bullet. She motioned to the young boy to come over, removing a clean cloth from a pocket, she placed it firmly over the wound.
"Place your hands here, and press down firmly. I need to check on the others, and for the moment, she seems stable. I'll be back as soon as I can." she told him calmly, demonstrating. She nodded at the woman who'd covered the young child. Brave woman for noncombatant.

Standing up, Canon looked for someone else in distress. There was a no-breed not too far away, holding what remained of her arm. Canon jogged over to her, slipping another tube from her supply. The young girl seemed to be in shock, though she'd fashioned a crude tourniquet from her dress.

"Good, you've slowed the bleeding." she commented, leaning in close to get a better look at the bleeding stump. "How are you feeling? Dizzy? You look like you're having trouble standing."

Vega stared at the tall Xeric for a moment, her mouth stubbornly refusing to work. "Yeah," she managed to stammer. "Blood loss, I think. I drank something- I think it was some kind of healing potion, because it helped a lot." All pretenses of civil talk and fancy grammar were gone: this was pure, unedited Vega Seul.

She looked down at her arm, feeling woozy, and said, "don't bother looking for the rest of it 'cuz it was like that before."

The healing potion was definitely part of what was making her so lucid, considering she was now coughing up blood.

"I got kicked," she said, "a lot. Think I broke some ribs. Maybe a lung." This was a Erasmus Science Academy education in action, huh? All those grants were probably off now... So much for all her work!

This seemed like a silly thing to be worrying about, all things considered.

Vega nodded, being familiar enough with basic field medicine even if she wasn't a doctor herself. She took the piece of metal, placed it between her teeth, and nodded.

One, two three!

OW! Well, you couldn't say the woman hadn't warned Vega, because she had, but having a blow torch pressed to your exposed nerves seemed to go beyond the phase 'this is going to hurt.' She wondered if she'd bent the metal and she exhaled through her nose.

Oh yes, she was definitely pretty damn high on agelet potion.

She opened on eye and peeked at her arm. "How's it look, boss?"

"I told you, it was like this already," Vega tried to protest, but inhaled anyway. Yeah, that felt better. Whoever this mysterious gray woman was, it was certain Vega owed her life to her.

"Who's your boss?" she asked, assuming some visiting dignitary. Might as well find out who she was indebted to now that she wasn't booking a date with the gods of death anymore. Of course she'd considered automail before, but she got on fine without it, and it was expensive.

Of course, if she was offering...

"What's your name?" she wheezed. "I'm Vega. Imma mechanic."