Waiting for the woman's answer, she still did not know her name, Rita held the pillow against her body. The ship was supposed to have been safe, a beautiful and unique experience, her first from home. Still, she shook her head, shaking out those thoughts as best as possible. Wallowing, no matter how tempting it could be, would serve little use. Later she could indulge in what they called a 'pity party,' now she would try to hold it all together.
Physically as well as mentally.
A doctor appeared out of seemingly nowhere, and was already checking over the blonde woman while Rita blinked over his sudden appearance. As if it had been magic of the highest order. Once the other woman had stood up, albeit a little unsteadily to Rita's eye, the doctor turned his attention to her. Impersonal fingers and hands checked her over, as she tried not to shy away in discomfort. When his fingers hit the same rib she had earlier, she gasped. "I think this one's fractured, but the others seem no more than bruised." He helped her up with one hand, and she nodded her thanks.