You feel someone gently tug on your sleeve, and hear a soft, friendly groan. As you turn you see a pale girl with tattered clothes, old stitches and soiled bandages on most of her body.

Hi, warm. Er, fren. Help? She grumbles, and points to her shoulder. The stitching around the joint looks loose, and her arm seems close to falling off First aid, uh? She blinks once, slowly ... Blease...?