The ambulance ride ended abruptly as the vehicle slammed to a stop. The attending the vehicle yelled some things that everyone else nodded at before they rushed off into the loud cacophony of sirens and horns and screaming. Circe followed out of the ambulance with a small bag of necessaries. The attending shoved a handful of tags in her hand. Right. Now what did the colors means again? She walked towards the bridge itself. Because it was mostly collapsed, most of the doctors had gone running to the river below. Circe, however, was not here for the patients. Once she was out of sight, she dropped the tags on the ground. Really unimportant. Humans held on to life so preciously. If they were meant to die, then it was too much to tempt fate. If they were meant to live, well, fate would find a way. Just as fate was making her a clear and straight path to Antonin.
"Hello," she responded automatically, looking around to see if she could spot the familiar mop of blond hair. "Yes, I did. Are you all right? I have a kit if you need help." She paused. "Or anyone else." She meant Zaviar and his baby mama, of course. She considered asking Antonin if she'd noticed any dying pregnant women. Or mothers with small children. She highly doubted it, to be honest. And she really needed to make sure he was okay before she asked something that could offend his sensibilities. Really, it seemed like someone had already swept through the area. Most of the victims were already dead. Then again, certain kinds of supernaturals did have all sorts of resistance to injury. Or healed quicker. And the kind of supernatural that would participate in a peaceful protest were certainly the kind that would prance off to help the injured. Well, that saved her tons of work.