Pax Pardus Hale
The Ink Shop
Ariette
This was all too much to handle at once. Literally all of her life was in the camp, she felt like practically helpless out here. Ari knew medicine, the body, wounds. Survival was not on her repertoire. "Tree trunks. Shadows. Got it." Ari was a quick learner thankfully. She'd survive, she just needed to listen to the others.
Ari stopped moving when she seen the knocked down Dozer. It was massive. She had heard stories of different kinds of droids but she had only seen the guard droids in her lifetime. Her heart beat anxiously, her head started to spin. "Right. Inside." Slowly she shook herself out of her trance before stepping inside the office. The place was dirty and dusty and dark, not much different from her home in the camp.
The sound of Xyla calling for her dragged her out of her sad slump, perking back up when she noticed the man on the ground. "Oh!" Ari knelt down to the side of the man and pressed her fingers against his neck. "Pulse is strong and he's breathing fine. No apparent injures." She looked around the area of the office. "He must have did something to that droid outside, like an explosion of some sorts. Probably knocked him back, smacked his head on the ground." Ari smacked the man a few times on the cheek to rouse him. "Hey, wake up."