With a chuckle, Kit nodded to himself and shifted as carefully as he was able so as not to jostle Mona too much. Sliding an arm around her back and another under her thighs, he muttered a short 3-2-1 before lifting her into his lap, cradling her easily as he got to his feet.
"Hold on tight," Kit said, waiting until Mona had followed his instructions before making towards the door. He managed to open it without much hassle, stepping out into the sunshine and wincing a little as he closed the door to Mona's trailer and began the quick (but not as fast as he could have gone, due to Mona feeling so sick) sprint towards the bandaid station.