Slinging the orange bag from his shoulder down onto the ground next to her, Peter kept a calm expression, this was when he was in his element. At the woman's attempt to get up, a hand was placed on her shoulder, and lips curled into a slightly amused smile. "I know you do, but you need to let me take care of this." Sometimes people didn't realize how injured they really were, not until the adrenaline wore off. Unzipping the medical kit, he shifted his position, moving in closer for examination.
The call had been about gunshots; once it'd come over the radio, Peter was the first on the scene, as was usual. Spotting the piece of glass, and the blood soaked clothing near the wound, he shook his head firmly. "The ambulance is going to be here soon. Were you shot?" Already, he was digging what he needed out of the bag. She was his responsibility now.