"Two is better than one. Got it." Owen watched over the Doctor's shoulder taking in her rather unique makeup.
"I'm not seeing anything inside other than the swelling around the brain that would keep her out. Sure there are other trauma based injuries here but none of them life threatening. Radiation could still be an issue..."
"Tosh, sweet-pea, when you built our monitors to guide us around the expanding rift," he spun around and went back his coat for the hand held device that he'd used before falling through the rift himself, "didn't you also say it could read more than just that?" He was pretty sure his device could do something here, if only he'd been paying attention when his wife instructed their team how to use the bloody machine.
"Shit." He looked up from the machine he was holding. He'd forgotten, again, that this woman had never been his wife. His cheeks flushed and he turned back to Jack. "If I were a technology whiz this might help. I have a feeling that we haven't seen all that the radiation might do to her. Especially if she went through something as extreme as all that."