|Skittles|| A few light rainclouds are dotted about the sky, though no rain falls from them. A light south-easterly wind stirs them occasionally across the pale-blue blanket of sky.
It is currently Night, and the Moon is in its Last Quarter. The area is illuminated by several electric lights designed to look like gaslights.
Skittles is sat upon a bench next to Molly across from the fountain. "Yeah, this place is pretty sacred to us.", she looks over to the fountain and smiles before looking over to Molly, "Most people who are just passing through never get to see place. Almost sad, but then I suppose they wouldn't be inclined to take care of it as much as we do.".
She's dressed in her simple mechanics' uniform, probably having just finished up at her workshop.
Sighing, she lifts up a her arm where a sizable burn mark can be seen. Her shoulder seems to have been singed as well, but the clothing covering it doesn't give much of any indication to how bad it is. "So, think you can do anything for this?"., she asks, tilting her head to the side.
|Molly Brown||Molly Brown does enjoy this place she seemed tobe in mostly a good mood but given the fact she's hear to treat someone she looks at the burn mark and gringes for a moment. "You'll need to get all the clothing clearbut I think I can do something but this is going to take a bit of work here. She goes to get out her kit and start to get various bits of gear ready.|
|Skittles||Skittles nods and gingerly slips the strap of her overalls off. She rolls back the charred shoulder length sleeve, exposing a red blistering patch of skin. "So, you were a medic in the vault?", she asks as she waits patiently.|
|Molly Brown||Molly Brown Says "Yes I was, fixed machines too." She grins a bit as she gets to work first just cleaning the wound and doing bais things making sure, they are well? she'll just be doing the basic stuff to clean the wound make sure there's no basic infection and the like.|
|Skittles||Skittles winces slightly as the touching and pressure from Molly's attention makes her shoulder flame up again. "Stupid unstable capacitors, last time I buy from that merchant.". She sighs, "Ah who am I kidding, he's probably long gone by now.". She glances away from the wound and work, hoping that will ease the pain.|
|Molly Brown||Molly Brown is now roking to work and she tilts her head a bit. "He likely is, if its from the merchant I'm thinking. I should get my pistol checked over by someone as well to be on the safe side but that's why I don't go for energy. Who knows how old it is and how well it's been maintanced might be better making one from scratch parts." She keeps moving to now get more intently looking at the wound as here comes the heavy duty disinfection and some antibotic creams, and she's going to move after that to dress the wound.
"This is going to hurt a bit..."
|Skittles||Skittles shakes her head and hisses as the medical supplies make contact. She lets off an involuntary shiver as the coldness from the disinfectant mingles with the heat of the pain. "Well, it wasn't in a pistol. The capacitors were for a repair job, but they must've been defective. Just blew up like a grenade. Luckily there wasn't a lot of shrapnel.".
She bites her lip and closes her eyes until it's all done.
|Molly Brown||Molly Brown says "Oh I see, that could havebeen bad. Now keep this clearn, don't go rolling in the dust and use some of this." She'll pass a small thing of a locally produced healing salv. "Use this every day and keep it clean you should be hopefully all right with this."|
|Skittles||Skittles glances at the treated area, nodding slowly as she accepts the tube. She rolls down her sleeve and puts her shoulder strap back into place, wincing a little. "Yeah, I'll try and do that. But it's like, New Mexico. Wind and sand abound.". She shrugs her uninjured shoulder and pulls out a series of caps, handing them over. "Want to go to the saloon for a drink?", she asks, after they've been handed over.|
|Molly Brown||Molly Brown Says "Well you need to try to and sounds like a idea to me." She grins a little bit as she moves to take the caps then pocket them. After that she'll clean up her kit and get up and be ready to go to the Saloon with Skittles.|
|Skittles||The two of them walk out of the gardens once everything is set up. Skittles waves to one of the militiapersons and tugs Molly down the street to the Gold Digger, the camera's view lifting up and over the city, finally fading to black as it breaks the dark cloud cover.|