Horror, distress, relief, it was too complicated to explain the rush of emotions that tumbled over her as she watched the scene play out in front of her. She'd seen a lot of fights in her life, watched a lot of things like this play out, but they never stopped worrying her (even as interesting as they could be). The crash of glass and the sounds of the gun (she had forgotten how loud guns from this era were) shot straight through to her core as she watched with wide eyes.
As Sam emerged from the mess, Trance watched him with a heavy, worried gaze before crossing over to him, her movements tentative as dug in her pocket, pulling out the single medical device that she had been able to bring from the Andromeda. Biting her lower lip, Trance closed the distance between them, no worries about the weapon that he was holding showing as she touched his arm and gave it a very light tug to stop him before pushing up on her feet, clicking the switch on the instrument in her hands and shining it over the gashes that the shards of glass had opened up, sealing them with a few passes. They couldn't very well have him bleeding to death.
As soon as the wounds that she could reach were healed, Trance stepped backwards and glanced towards the store. "I guess I'll have to go somewhere else to get milk."