With a heavy sigh, Sidara swiped the back of her wrist across her forehead, careful not to get any blood on her skin. "I could take a guess," she replied grimly. She looked to the Cerean and flashed an apologetic frown, "I'm sorry I don't really have anything for the pain." Another thing she hoped those supply crates would've contained. The better, newer supplies stayed back at the Resistance base. Out in the field, they just had to make due just enough to hold someone back together until they could get to the base for better treatment. Sidara had hoped the supplies they were getting would make it easier to treat people out in the field, but it was something she was trying not to think about too much right now. She would be frustrated and devastated later.
"I don't know how they'd know and I don't know why they'd be here... other than to stop us, but," she shrugged. "I'd put credits on it being the First Order." The Twi'lek grabbed a towel and did her best to wipe the blood clean from her hands, grabbing a minimal about of disinfectant to add to the process. "Who else would kill for medical supplies going to the Resistance?" She figured it didn't matter now if Cassie knew who they were. They didn't get the supplies and even if they were friendly with the First Order - she couldn't see how they'd continue to be after they were left to die in that alley.
"Let me see your arm," she moved, kneeling next to where Cassie was at Melor's side. "Bacta will take care of this too, I'm sure. You might not even scar," she added with a smile. "And you," she directed to Melor, "Try not to move too much for now, okay? Let the bacta do its job."