Hattie was rubbing his arms, trying to create friction to warm him some. "Come on," she whispered to herself. Where was help when you really needed it? She let her thoughts sway momentarily to her scar. Sometimes, you needed to fend for yourself, take care of your own. Bring the problem to the people who can fix it. "Where's the med bay?" Se asked, not really sure if that was what it was called. Her experience on a ship was a little limited.