"Could do with help here in the kitchen," she called out before looking back at Layla.
"See honey, it's not going to be a problem, you and Lucas here, you'll both be fine," she soothed, her accent thickening slightly. "Your voice aint sounding too strong though sweetie, how's your breathing doing?"
She had to keep the girl talking and conscious in case of a (very likely) concussion.
"I can get you out of here, but I need to know exactly where you're injured so I don't make it worse."
She glanced back to see if the newcomer had arrived yet.