"I'll be fine!" she told him, waving him off a bit. "I haven't been killed yet. In fact? I rarely get hurt.. just bad luck.." she winced when she saw he wasn't wearing a shirt and sighed. "Lionel.. go get a ..." she trailed off as she saw the camp site. It was a mess. Like someone had ransacked it. "Oh dear. Dr. Quigley? DR. QUIGLEY!" she called out. But there wasn't an answer. "You go get a shirt.. I'm going to look through this stuff and figure out what happened.."