Stacia nods and adds a note to her mental file on Elle as she turns around and heads back toward the sleigh. Sometimes people have that kind of Rage; it's always good to know who is going to set off animals.

She comes back with a first aid kit and a smoothie cup for some reason, which she gently sets down nearby before she cracks open the kit.

"I got an unconscious guy in there," she says by way of explanation, jerking her chin toward the cup. "I don't want someone to sit on him or toss him in the garbage or anything by accident."

She pulls out a bottle of hand sanitizer, of which she makes liberal use.

"All right," she says, "am I picking shit out of you or just cleaning and bandaging?"