For two seconds, Elly didn't move.

The first second was diagnostic. Vision mismatch... Right optical feed compromised. Pain present, sharp and localized around the damaged socket... Foreign material removed...  Structural integrity reduced but functional.

The second second was irritation. She looked at the jagged piece of aluminium in her hand, then at the twitching canimoid head near her boot. Its tongue worked weakly against dust and concrete, still trying to complete some ruined approximation of affection with half a body missing. She dropped the aluminium.

"Crowe?" Her own voice came back to her wrong: too flat, too distant, like it belonged to someone speaking from the far end of a flooded hallway. Audio input distorted... Balance recalibrating. She turned her head carefully until her remaining clean line of sight found him. "Status."

She pushed herself to one knee, then stopped. No further. Not yet. Her blaster was still in her hand. Good. Her KIA was not. Less good.

Elly scanned the floor until she found it half-buried in dust and small debris. The casing was cracked, but the screen lit when she dragged it toward her.

"Dispatch, Detective LE1-1.3," she said. "Explosion below the warehouse. Old steam tunnel beyond the lower door. Two RDU injured." She swallowed, tasting dust and lubricant and something coppery. Static chewed through the channel. "Mark lower access hazardous. No uniforms through that door. Repeat: no uniforms through that door."

Her right eye tried to focus and failed. She shut it for half a second, opened it again, and regretted expecting improvement. "Send a med-tech if one is available. If not, have the nearest unit bring a field kit to the freight access. Tell Evidence Collection the tunnel is not cleared."

Elly looked back toward the darkness beyond the ruined canimoids before shifting closer to Crowe, keeping her blaster angled toward the dark throat of the tunnel. "Crowe," she said again, quieter now. "No more warning shots, okay?"

If she meant it as a joke, it came off a little flat. She checked Crowe over. "We're going to move slow here for a moment. You tell me where it hurts."

  Elly will use her First Aid skill here? (or Med Tech?)