"Hah, um, yeah," Cassie replied as she watched the Twi'lek get to work. Melor returned Sidara's smile as best he could, moving his hands out of the way and rolling up his bloodied shirt to allow those attending him access. Each movement brought a grimace that he was obviously struggling to stymie and failing. Between the old looking bandages and the dilapidated droid, Cassie could easily see why the shipment was needed. Were they just a medical group seeking supplies, but unable to afford it through more general means?
She glanced at her own wound, suddenly aware of the throbbing pain, but just as quickly compartmentalized it once again. You didn't get used to slashers tossing you around on a daily basis only to get upset at a papercut like this, even if that wasn't a justified description for the blaster wound. She took the bandages offered and knelt down next to Melor. Hesitant fingers unpeeled paper from it and applied it to the ragged wound in the Cerean's side. It took two of the larger bandages to cover the whole of the thing, and Cassie helped him to a laying position to prevent movement from tearing the whole thing open again.
"So," she started, kneeling by Melor's side, "do you know who it was that decided we'd look better as swiss cheese?"