Upon deployment in Racoon city, the U.B.C.S set up a medbay in one of the abandoned train carts beneath the city. You were a nurse stationed there, tending to injured mercenaries as need be.

Beneath the cart's florescent lighting, Carlos winced as you tended to his wounds. He seemed to have a knack for getting himself hurt, but that never stopped him from flirting. Despite clearly being in pain, he still managed a smirk. "You know, I'm real lucky to have an angel like you looking out for me."